A cardiac arrest. A resuscitation made. A life recovered.
One patient tells me his experience.
This is his story.
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Death.
Amid the chaos enclosing,
beseeched by an ambiance of ages to come,
I hear the seraph’s dulcet calls.
Immured by words
divine and bittersweet,
they sculpt the frigid air,
and I am comforted.
As flesh is pierced, poisons forced,
I am held in tender embrace–
its whispers an oasis to the fears
that boil within my breast.
A skyward calling, its promised hope
glistens the starlight above me.
Memories, regret, longings and dreams–
a cycle ripened to revolve anew
cascades within my being.
I then behold a fleeting sight–
a son, wife, a father, my life–
their love commanding,
gazes imploring.
Therefore
with a strength untold
I fight
until with the sun
I am ushered
out of the grasp
of the ebbing eve.
I open my eyes.
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◊ The Cardiac Arrest – A Physician’s Perspective ◊
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Categories: All Poetry, Death & Loss, Medical Poetry, Medicine, Poetry by Phoebe
That is very powerful and reflects what most of us have heard before about those last minutes or should I say “first minutes” on the trip to the other side.
Pam
Powerful. My father-in-law died last January from cardiac arrest. One can only imagine what his final thoughts were.
Oh, I am very sorry for your loss, Erica. 🙁
Thank you, Phoebe.
Wow…When I read about the NDE’s, I feel that maybe it wont be so scary to experience death… 🙂
Yes I agree…such experiences are comforting to hear. 🙂
Wow! That is quite the writing. I am a little confused over whose words they are Phoebe. Did you write this from the patients account, or are those words from the patient?
It was his account delivered in the words of Puppydoc. 😉
That is very impressive writing. Well done. A beautiful interpretation.
Love this piece…thanks for a good read….
And thank you for reading. 😉