Trapped Inside My Head

Nicely said, Shyron.

This is a powerful poem, Shyron. I have often wondered if people in a coma can hear and understand what is going on around them. It has to be such a tearful experience for the ones wondering if that person will come out of the coma or not.

This must be such a terrifying feeling. You have provided us an open-door into the mind of being in an unconscious state. Perfectly and creatively execute Shyron.

Thank you!

How on earth did I miss this? And I see you have another 'new' one since this, too! I'm always perusing to see what I haven't looked at lately.

My mother recalled everything that was said when she was 'unconscious' on an occasion during heart failure. Doctors, etc., were surprised when she repeated the things they had said when they thought she couldn't hear. They said they'd have to be careful what they say when dealing with unconscious patients in future.

Excellent poem, and thank you for crediting me for inspiring it. I hope things are going the best possible for you and John. Blessings to you both dear friend. Take care . . .

A wonderful and sad poem dear Sharon.Enjoyed it much but felt so sad for the person in coma and for his wife or children to see him lying silently,,not been able to do much for him.

Very painful experience it is.

The scariest place I can imagine being trapped is inside my own head with only me to keep me company. To hear the conversations and not able to respond would be torturous. Your poem gives us a good idea what it would be like. I'm glad for the happy ending.

Powerful and perceptive, dear Shyron - always great to see something from your writing desk.

Great concept!

Beautifully captured poem, from the patient’s point of view! What a terrible feeling it must have been, when you understand what’s happening around, but can’t express or speak to your loved ones.

Sorry to know that this happened, but glad about the happy ending.

Excellent work! Thank You.

Deep thoughts here and with an amazing touch of your words. Glad you shared with such emotion.

No doubt prayers made a difference. Prayers make a difference on even the smallest of things and I miss being a part of a prayer group. I love the notion of "when two are more are gathered. . ." I know that prayers don't makes things within our own control happen, but I believe that it helps with things like peace and wisdom. And in times like you described, prayer must have made a difference. And now your husband is alive to share his miracle and you can likewise share it. I'll have to read your countdown story.

You know what, I think that's the first time I have ever heard that bit about foresightedness. But it sure rings true to me for several things in the past year. Thanks.

Capturing the written words of circumstances, (done here) that occur in the spiritual realm would be nothing less than a supernatural poetry. (I'm far from full understanding.)

Hi Shyron,.

Your beautiful poem expresses that "in between" -- the kind of twilight existence and awareness that protects us from harm. Nature has a way of shielding us -- and all living things -- in so many ways that we don't yet understand.

Most touching and emotional.

Ya ... this one brought-out tears. Tough to even try to imagine what someone like that is going through.

Just last week I had a news channel going on the tv and at one point there was a lady being interviewed. Now, I did not pay attention from the beginning but I did listen carefully after she mentioned that she had lost the sense of her legs. That bit was shocking enough that I started paying attention.

She mentioned how she was in hospital and she was looking at her legs but had no control over them and they felt like they were not hers. She said that her legs felt like some strange things attached to her body over which she had no control and that it took her over a year to get back to standing and walking.

Not that it makes things better but I think the majority of people are trapped inside their heads. The Ego leads and they just follow mechanically with little, or no awareness. "Keep on trotting" I think is the saying to go along with that idea.

Well, I wish You and your husband all the very best! May Wakan Tanka guide and protect You.

Thank You for the poem. It speaks to the heart.

This is an incredibly touching poem. I can imagine what you must have been feeling and empathize with that as well as feel the desperation depicted in your poem.

In Christmas day my sister in law attempted to end her life. We never even knew about it. She'd tried calling me a few times the week or two before to reach my husband. Always seems to think he's purposely ignoring her or mad at her if she can't reach him easily. He didn't have his phone. Something happened to it. And then the day before Christmas mine was stolen by a customer at work when I set it down in the restroom and forgot about it until break. It took me a couple weeks to replace it. Also during that time we were moving and busy constantly. We had little to no contact with anyone. And it was nice for awhile to be away from some of the stress factors of life other than our own personal and immediate issues. Except that bad news always catches up with you eventually.

My point, you may wonder? When I first heard there news I immediately felt a sense of guilt for not trying harder to reach out instead of trying to quickly get off the phone with her, no matter how busy I was or what I was doing at the moment. No desire to chat, etc. Knowing her mental state and history. I worried if my husband would feel it even more, naturally. And then I wondered exactly what you describe. Was she aware of what was happening around her? Not the first time I've pondered things like that, but it hits closer to home when it's someone you know.

This made me tear up, Shyron. But don't mind me. I cry watching movies like "Stepmom". My daughter was like, "I thought you said this movie is sad" and I am trying not to let a tear escape. I hope this is no longer a sad memory for you or for your husband.

This is a dramatic poem, Shyron. I'm glad it has a happy ending. I'm sorry that your loved one experienced being in a coma. That must have been a horrible and worrying time for you.

Shyron.....This has deeply moved me. I can feel every pang of sadness, curiosity & panic you describe in this touching piece.

Let me share with you a part of my own experiences as I sat vigil at first, my sister's death bed & only months later, my mother's. Although I knew logically they were in their last moments, I could not keep myself from talking to them, stroking their head and hands. I spoke to them from the deepest part of my heart & soul. In my mind, I was convinced they HAD to hear me, Shyron and I truly believe they did. How could I not believe this? At that horrific moment, my sincere belief was the only comfort I could hold onto. I just know they heard every word I said to them before their last breath. To this day, I cling to this.

I appreciate the thoughts you share of what you went through & just as emotions run high, these painful experiences make us stronger and do give us comfort. Thankfully, you still have your loved one. Love & hugs, Paula

Hello Shy - You certainly laid out the feeling of being trapped. Good to see you writing. The notion of despair, is right there. (In your poetry.)

You've beautifully captured that sinking feeling of despair and the reality of being unconsciousness in your poem. I'm so sorry that you went through that experience with your dear hubby and know the pain and fear this must have put you through. May many blessings come to you dear one.

I can't imagine, my friend. I have no frame of reference for what you went through....so anything I say is going to sound trite...but I'm sorry it has happened and wish you peace.

to sit and write poetry shows the strength you have.. and the courage you've shown.. It's a wonderful grouping of poetic words.. bless you

Yes, I'm sorry too for what your loved one went through. I've also wondered if they can hear what you say when people are in a coma. Your poem is beautiful.