by Jem Croucher


The pressure of the tightness
like a vice around my chest
This cruel incumbent halting
any chance to get some rest
Insomnia resulted
as breath comes short and fast
the hours passing slowly
’til the morning comes at last

The simple joy of motion
is denied, at least, with ease
As walking is a stuggle
when you can barely breathe
Such is the lot of those like me
When a breath quite often is
Something really special
if not to say, pure bliss


Photo – Jempics – chosen to reflect long dark nights when one can barely breathe.

2 Comments to “Asthma”

  1. Wishing you peacefulness in the night 🌹

  2. Such a serene winter’s experience. (@–>–)

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