looking up at the

ceiling of the sky

way up high

it’s amazing how

the removal of actions and

the inability to breathe

can still transform the

day into a dread filled

nightmare and the pain

is like a friend I was going

to hopefully never see again

yet here we are

when the ache and agony

release the enjoyment of

a glass of orange juice and

I cannot see much

because it is all so unclear

like the details flew out of the way

and there are no more pleasant

things to say but

I carry on when this happens

for there is no other choice and

I have been through worse and

I

am

still

here