The sharp pain in your chest that won’t subside.
The pain that seems to divide every deep breath,
That seems to be a reminder of all the oxygen you’re taking in.
It’s almost like every breath, is a punishment for some sin.
But I sing and rejoice,
Because every deep breath is a choice.
And as I breathe, I choose to carry on.
© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016