So near to tempt,
Not dark, but light intense,
Welcoming, almost healing
As one yearns, it is beckoning.
One breath less and it will be there
Holding, comforting, leaving you no care.
No more hurting, no more burning,
Close, so close it feels, but it is soon morning.
And one breathed enough it seems,
Still suffering, death still a relief just in dreams.
Aah! One must go on, smile, breathe,
Hurt or not, plod on, one day, some day, one will be freed.
Corollary Note
Getting well is sometimes a grim, arduous struggle.
To let go, to be unhappy or passive-regressive is not a gamble.
It lets one dive inside oneself, to get past feeble schemes.
Breathing is both more and less challenging that it seems.
Not everything is as one in one's mind deems.
And not everything should ever be as one dreams.
Struggles are not bad altogether,
They let you pause, reflect, your strengths realise and gather,
Your goals refine, your needs redefine,
They make you anew yourself find.
- Written (and drawn) on 20 July 2023.
- Been on a recover health journey for all of July. Damn frustrating.
- What exactly:
Well it began with rains and sinus.
Led to low BP which accompanies intense pain and meds.
Then I got a viral. That added to my misery
Then my lungs, they discovered, did not escape injury.
So I struggle at times to breathe,
Some times are ok, some do me freak,
But am recovering worry not,
It is a familiar road I travel on.
I will take care and become better,
It will take months, though, to properly recover.
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