Forgetting How To Breath
Weakened by the illnesses of life my body required
assistance to breath. It progressed to the machine
totally doing all the work.
Life can wear you out to the point of a wringed out
towel at times that does not allow anymore
absorbtion. Then another has to sponge up the
moistures of your daily life.
Incredible are the healing abilities of our creative
bodies. But in the space of time lost could it be
possible to forget something one was never
taught to do?
Time to breath on my own now but strangely I needed
a reminder every couple of seconds as the machine
was slowly turned off.
And for the briefest half second there was a moment
of panic in not knowing how. But then it returned.
As the sunlight of healings clarity shinned the
appreciation of the necessity to unfold that towel, wash it, jo
hang it up to dry and dry off my daily mist of
life's responsibility's.
Valuing the ability to breath. .
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