Someone's accomplishment

This time it was only broken ribs (from this month's CPR) and gallstones.

I am
Someone's accomplishment
I am told I died
And came back.
Of course I do not remember
The death
Nor
The immediate arrival home.
The ER doctor told me
Last night
My chart
Is a story.
It is good
I returned
I could show how I look
Un-surrounded
By ice packs.
I forget
All have a part to play
In my return,
In anyone's return
The accomplishment
Is all of ours
Most of all
God's.

Respirator

My first, hopefully ONLY, experience with a respirator.  

I know
Sometimes it's necessary
But with a tube
We can not speak
When our hands are tied
We can not write
The words stay hidden.
Unspoken.
Unwritten.
Still there.
Others may speak in.
We may not speak
Out.
I may need
To speak for years
To recover
From the three day episode
With the tube
Just enough sedative
To hear.
Not speak.
Not write.