Before I got on the ventilator,
I never knew how important it was to breathe.
Before they put me in coma,
I never paid attention to being conscious.
Before I lost my taste and smell,
I ignored the fragrance of nature and taste of water.
Before all my blood was run through machines
I was indifferent to the life within.
Before I got a tube in my throat,
I never admired my voice, my speech.
Before I had my eyes closed,
I never adored the shades of sunset.
Before I said goodbye to my family
I never said, ‘I love you’ enough.
And now it’s time to go, far, far away.
If only I could get a breath, there is so much left to say.
This poem was originally featured in the Bulletin of Royal College of Anesthetists in the UK.