A note before I begin the poem This story is posted on my website, but I wanted to make sure that everybody sees and reads my stories. Let me know what you think.
The warmth spreads, head to toe.
No comfort, no relief, I can’t breathe.
I’m dying.
The warmth grows.
Tears well in my eyes, a lump grows in my throat.
What do I do?
I squeeze out a breath, “help,” I muster.
Stares from my parents, unsure of what to do.
“Try to breath.”
“I can’t,” I scream to myself.
Death is sure to come soon.
This thought. More tightness fills my chest.
A wash of ice fills my legs and arms.
I can’t feel my feet.
I pace the floor.
Voices sound miles away.
My own voice, foreign.
An elephant has moved in.
Another breath, one at a time,
Slowing working around the weight.
My parent’s, worried washed faces, watch.
Another breath.
My toes and fingers tingle.
My head clears, leaving pain.
The elephant moves on.
Another breath. Easier this time.
My body feels like mine again.
The storm is clearing.
I’m going to live, but there remains,
Knowing. Waiting. Fear.
I will be back.
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