I’m winded by the run, red face all over
Laugh till I can’t breathe, arm wrestle till I’m weak
Raising the kids without fatigue
I can open my eyes fully and speak properly
The day is filled with no worries, no pills, no needles
My eyes open
It was only a dream
The morning breaths can’t be taken and I’m shaken up by the past
Am I going to stop breathing?
My eyes, are they going to open or will it be the eye patch again?
Did you notice my voice change halfway through this poem?
It’s because it did. It’s not my control.
Worries of choking on the daily pills haunt me all mornings.
My heart aches from the stress
Could this be the day I go back?
Water and food are my enemies
Our truce is jagged with unclear predictions
The bathtub is not my oasis but a battleground
My fingers can’t grasp, my arms can’t hold on any longer.
My mouth is a frozen frown
Only a distant memory of a smile
In the mirror, my eyes trace the