Riding Suds Poem by Megan Thomas

Experience so close to death,
You can hold your hand out
And feel the coldness it holds
unlike nothing you know about.

The fear rapped in speed,
The feeling of flight and then crash.
The scariness of the truth,
The pain that wouldn't pass.

The feeling of being crushed,
A feeling of no air.
The voice of a friend,
Saying we're almost there.

The cold, Bright hospital
Didn't take away the fear.
I didn't know what was wrong with me,
I didn't know what would happen here.

Day after day, sitting in that room,
I came to realize
I was really hurt
No matter what the size.

It would be weeks
Til i had my life back,
Til my schedule and my plans
Were back on track.

I still think and wonder
How i could have changed it.
But it wasn't my fault,
Even in the least little bit.