I wake up with only quarter breaths
My back tenses up, feeling like there's no air left.
I manage.
I reach.
I grasp.
Bronchospasm, how long will you last?
I walk the day with nothing else in mind
Except looking for oxygen my lungs can't find.
I move.
I stop.
I try.
Bronchospasm, are you trying to make me die?
I approach the edge again
Led by my dear old friend.
I think.
I feel.
I worry.
Bronchospasm, what's the hurry?
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Author:
Noah (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Bronchospasms are essentially an asthma attack. I grew up with and still have an aggressive case of it. As of now this is the best picture I can paint of it to maybe see if I can show what it's like. I left the H out of the title because it not only looks cooler, but when your back and chest muscles tense up, it feels like you've been kicked by a bronco.
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I don’t suffer from chronic asma.
But I have “ stress induced asma”
I remember the first time it happened, I literally thought I might die!
Good descriptive writing ✍️
Resa.
Thanks! It is a freaky thing
You have my total sympathy. Experienced not being able to take in air with the flu this year. Scary. Great poem.
Thank you!
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