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In That Tree Stairing Down At Me

In That Tree Stairing Down At Me

Little bird sitting in a tree branch staring at me. With your feathers so fluffed you look so pretty. Opening your wings grooming yourself. What so you think as you sit in that tree staring down at me. Maybe I am a giant who scares you. Maybe you are hungry should I put out some blueberries and seed for you to eat? You sit there looking down at me maybe you are protecting young nearby me. What do you think little bird, what’s on your tiny little brain. Is there a nest that I can not see? Little bird sitting there in that tree don’t fear me rather sing a beautiful song to my ear so pretty and in elegant tone. Your just a little bird sitting there staring at me. With our lives so different I would love to know what you think. Enjoy and rest sitting upon that high branch up in that tree staring down at me.

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Unable To Breath


With every breath I take I feel my chest get tighter. It is as if someone is holding me down. Although o am not even lying down. I see my life flashing before my eyes. As fear takes over my mind. I don’t feel safe for the time I can’t breath, while I long and await him to be by my side. If he were here holding me then I could breath even if really couldn’t. Like a wind tunnel is the way of my lungs as I fight each day just to breath. Even with my airway filled my mouth remains open trying to get the air as my chest gets tight and like a dieing balloon still loosing It’s air regaining my fear. Like suffication taking me over it continues to get even more complicated.  This is my life not one I chose but the one I have to live and deal with. Remaining fighting the fight of being unable to breath.

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