Breathing

Take a breath.

My life is accompanied by internal music.

Pipe organ sounds reverberate through my being.

My chest convulses.

I dream of being unborn, under water.

Panic fills what air is left.

Medicine is hard to come by, not because of the doctor, but because my body rejects it all.

I live in a misty world of hives and electric tension from the prednisone. 

Dreaming in the chair I call my bed exhausts me.

I move through this world like a zombie

Seizing small moments to clean or shop, or take out the trash

Life has become eternal small moments.

Until this morning.

Breathing!

Such a glorious gift!