I saw an eagle yesterday
On my way to catch my breath
For, my breath had left me
Gone again
From the curse called asthma
It feels like someone is choking
you, you know?
Like the devil himself has your
airway in his hands
Slowly squeezing it shut
With his long boney fingers
It’s like breathing through a
coffee straw
All while trying to do your
everyday routine
Trying to stay composed while the
oxygen disappears from your blood
Your breathing becomes deliberate
as a lie
Yet, it’s always the small things
that help me stay calm
Through these difficult times
Help me focus on something other
than dying
So, I look away to the sky and
hope for the day I’ll be free
Like this eagle
Breathing without disease filling
my lungs
Free to fly amongst clouds and
dreams
With no fear filling my mind
This poem is from my book : Petals Falling
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