Winded, I rise to the sky
chasing the oxygen in the air
deflated, breathless, graying out
staggering a winding trail
through polka-dotted space

Winded, I cut through the waters
trying to create a practice
of breath
entering and leaving
these laboring lungs
despite the damage they claim

Winded, I fight
with the ropes at my back
holding me until I regain my feet
as exertion tries to knock me down
but I rise
I fight
I breathe ~ Caroline A. Slee

Lungs

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