Eight Days And Counting Poem by Leigh Ladd

Eight days and counting,
Walking around in such a haze.
It is funny how I can barely remember,
What had happened these next few days.

The time of year for celebrations,
Family, friends, love and laughter.
No one had the slightest idea,
That it would have come so close to the sweet herefter.

Told of the horror I experienced,
The trauma I thankfully never could feel,
That I had been asleep for so long,
To give my body a chance to heal.

Lucky to be alive,
Or so it has been said,
But after these last few years,
I wonder if I would have been better off dead.

The struggles and the heartache,
Every single day ending in strife.
Whoever it is or whatever it was,
What made me so special to save my life?

I have looked for the clues along the way,
Searching high and peering low.
Every day hoping and hoping,
Only one more day to go.

One more day to find the answer,
Of why I am still here.
Maybe on my last day I will finally know,
It could be tomorrow and that is what I fear.