Poem – Alive, or Dead?

Snippets of memories from my two weeks in Dunedin HDU in the battle to save my left leg. Poetry speaks better than words sometimes.

Theatre lights dim

Please don’t let me die, I cry,

As another dose pumps in

And then darkness.

Bright lights

Strips of ceiling

Brighten into view

As consciousness returns.

Relief fills my soul

I made it through.

I’m still here

To see another day.

[Poem by Melanie Ryding]

Author: Melanie

I am a massage therapist and part time athlete, blogging life thru a disability lens. On wheels, with flipper and occasionally on feet.