MY Purified Box

Always looking out!!

Homebound due to illness

Living in my purified box

Longing to touch the air outside

holding my breath so I can breathe

praying the invisible warfare will stop killing me

needing the touch of the garden roses

knowing the threat that it poses

throwing caution in the wind

Years of running from unseen harm

to stubborn to just give in

my body has been internally beaten up

Should not that be a sin?

All the chemicals dispersed in mid air

natural killers too are everywhere

nowhere to run or even hide

they sneak in my door uninvited

Staying in my purified square

remembering a day of frolic

holding dirt in my hands

never taking it for granted

for yes I was born this way

living as I was dying

now only existing

until

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