Too long, for sanity to stay
Much longer
I must make a dash
A get-away
A walk-about
Get the hell out of the house
I refuse to wear a mask,
don't want attention
I refuse to wait,
I think I'll explode
The artillery is flying
Almost invisible, those pesky
Mold particles
Pollen pieces, more menacing now
Grass clippings - those I can see
I make a dash for the car, holding my breath
I see it coming
A cloud
It's like cotton...it's really like cotton
Like the cotton I told the told the doctor
Someone had stuffed,
into my lungs,
which made it hard,
for me to breathe,
so that each sentence,
was about this long,
as I gasped for air,
in his office, and told him
this was ridiculous
He agreed
He gave me drugs
He told me patience
I said I had none
He said that was good, or
I wouldn't be so anxious
To be well
To be whole
To draw a real breath
To play outside
To take a walk
To sit on my front porch
To watch the sunset
To open a window, to the world
And actually be a part of it
~Tina
Haven't whined about my health in a long time. Just couldn't take it one more day. Excuse the rant. When you can't breathe, nothing else really
matters.
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Photo credit: Greyed out pollen
Photo credit: enhanced pollen (this is a hollyhock, which I have a lot of in my flower beds)
Photo credit: cottonweed blowing in the wind (shut up Bob Dylan, I'm not in the mood)
