MACÉDOINE [Poetry]

SURVIVORS

It's a nightmare to the soul,
Leaving it breathless in the pool of pain,
It's not just wheezing,it's screaming for help;
Help from the chains that tighteneth it's bronchioles.

Scareth of the moment to come;
When all the senses are lost,
And peace forgets it's way back home,
When breath is wanteth at any cost,

For the pain is unbearable;
It's above the mind's capacity,
Making life unfavorable-
Leaving us in adversity,

Darkness is all thee witness,
For the sun followeth the breath and left,
And the stars dimmest their lightness,
While joy and strength are theft.

The survivors,we become at the end,
For the inborn hope in us never ends,
And we're the symbol of strength,
Because in our dreams,we believe
And we'll  shine brighter than ever-
For we've faith that God will perfect our healing someday.

@poetickaleidoscope

To all Asthmatic warriors; just breathe...