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I slowly awoke lost in a strange place
A person was near me but I couldn't see the face
I heard my name called from so far away
In space I floated on clouds I swayed
 
The silhouette of a man peered down at me
Through a veil of haze I could barely see  
I opened my mouth but no words came out
I did not understand why I could not shout
 
My right hand would not obey my command
Restrained to the bed was my left hand  
And then I heard a man's gentle voice
"My darling, the docs. are doing all they can"
 
I started to tremble praying it was a dream
"I'm your husband!" he whispered, I tried to scream
I started to struggle but all was in vain
He untied my left wrist kissed the swollen veins
 
I reached a hand up to my aching head
I was left wondering what on earth did I do
Slowly he told me the doctor did their best
A brain surgery was done to pull me through
 
Then I realized I was hooked to machines
A nurse slipped in to moniter a screen
My world changed into a nightmare in hell
Of nurses and doctors and hospital smell  
 
Going and coming silently around the clock
The lack of privacy threw me in shock      
An eight week coma had taken its toll
I layed unmoving in paralasis locked
 
My long brown hair was shaved from my head
The humiliation made me wish I was dead
Probing and searching as naked I lay
Through endless mumbles of whatever they'd say  
 
Stripped of all shame I surrendered my mind
In silence I left this cruel world behind  
I traveled inward in search of my soul
I found her waiting to take over control
 
Peacefully we rested by the sandy edge
Of an emerald green ocean and there I pledged
Somehow I would survive to write these lines
As a stroke survivor in rhythm and rhymes
     copyright©2006Irene  
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         Note:

It is only by the Lord's mercy that I have
lived to share my experiences after my stroke of
     Sept. 21/01