To see sunlight and feel the wind
Today I hope to see the sunlight. Yet I know I used all my energy yesterday. I pushed and pushed.
Today I hope to feel the wind. A cool breeze bringing warmth across my lips. The softest touch to remind me that these times are soon over.
Oh how it takes ten minutes to write one line. My eyes rest between each and my soul calm. The slowness of breath is still here but better. No giant elephant crushing my every inhale.
It is good news when my temperature drops. 100.9. It is good to see my soul working to heal through the night.
Though I am very weak I hope that every thought echoes of healing not anymore of despair.
Finally back in my bed. I slept in wing back chair for even breathing. Now in my darkened room I find myself fighting my dreams and my memories.
The aches of this soul of mine, I tolerate. I will not dispense into the air the parts that squeeze. I am just thankful Jehovah woke me this morning.
Yet now I am falling back to sleep. So much exhaustion. Soon a release.
So closing my eyes I see the sunlight. I look forward to feeling the wind across my skin. Now though sleep must happen for complete restoration.
I sigh. My mind is sharp and I demand a shut down. A need to be empty enough to get to a level of function once more.
Another prose soon.
Today I hope to feel the wind. A cool breeze bringing warmth across my lips. The softest touch to remind me that these times are soon over.
Oh how it takes ten minutes to write one line. My eyes rest between each and my soul calm. The slowness of breath is still here but better. No giant elephant crushing my every inhale.
It is good news when my temperature drops. 100.9. It is good to see my soul working to heal through the night.
Though I am very weak I hope that every thought echoes of healing not anymore of despair.
Finally back in my bed. I slept in wing back chair for even breathing. Now in my darkened room I find myself fighting my dreams and my memories.
The aches of this soul of mine, I tolerate. I will not dispense into the air the parts that squeeze. I am just thankful Jehovah woke me this morning.
Yet now I am falling back to sleep. So much exhaustion. Soon a release.
So closing my eyes I see the sunlight. I look forward to feeling the wind across my skin. Now though sleep must happen for complete restoration.
I sigh. My mind is sharp and I demand a shut down. A need to be empty enough to get to a level of function once more.
Another prose soon.
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