Living A Life With Asthma
It is so hard living a life with asthma
with medication to help sustain life,
as your lungs close up and tighten
with a pain that cuts like a knife.
As I awake with my lungs very empty
so I reach for an inhaler to breath,
two puffs of the blue and two of the red
as I lay back and wait to be relieved.
With allergens and dander's a life's nightmare
and of aerosols and a world full of dust,
giving my asthma inconsiderable problems
where medication I know is a must.
No longer can I run or exercise like before
for I am aware of my asthmatic life,
and of the long lonely days I must give in to rest
By keeping up with my medication of healthy law.
As I sit in my window and watch others play and come back
from the earliest of morning and most of the day,
but for me I make sure my inhalers are ready
in case of that dreaded named asthma attack.
Of days that are too bad I get steroids to take
and for me to battle on each and every day
with antibiotics to help my body awake
in a lifestyle of inhalers, that's my road, it's my way.
With the wheezing and breathing
taking it's toll on my day,
as I hold my hands tightly
where on knees I do pray.
For my day to go smoothly
and for my medication to kick in,
as I see my friends playing
in a game I cannot win.
But I am lucky in having
no wires to plug in
of oxygen or masks
of further battles to begin,
as I just rely on what I feel is the best
and not over exhort my body
but put it to rest.
So now as I go to bed with one final will
that my asthma relaxes
with my nightly breathing pill,
and gives me the strength
to get through this long night
and hope that my asthma will give up on it's fight.