Asthma...

Ahh asthma...Such a curse it is...Wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemy...An ever present threat: Shackled lungs, wheezing, laboured breathing, sinking, drowning feeling, coughs and what not; things that an asthmatic has to live by...It is definitely a liability compounded by the fact that I'm far too casual when it comes to remembering to take my inhaler with me...


In a way, asthma brings you closer to God...We take each heartbeat, each breath for granted...When you're having asthma everything kinda sorts slows down and in that slow motion you can feel each breath, each heartbeat and be much more grateful for them when the asthma subsides...My roomate in uni used to joke and sing the song for asthma: Sanson Ki Mala Pe Simroon Main Pi Ka Naam... I found these poems and I think its easy for an asthamatic to relate to them

Awakened to a dreadful burden;

The weight of air within my lungs.

Eyes all hollow with the mourning,

Breathless is the hourly song.

Shining brightly pulls a trigger;

Away thou cursed rays of light!

You desire oh so badly,

To drag me screaming into night.

Through tears of agonising pain,

A cry of fear cannot be loosed.

The beat of life a rapid flutter,

My breathe an ever tightened noose. 

Source: http://allpoetry.com/poem/3951457

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Performed without thinking

each breath that we take

Is taken for granted

with nothing at stake

 Unless you have asthma

and then all things change

Where thinking of each breath

is not really strange

 For there are those times

when your throat becomes tightened

You try to relax

and not get so frightened

 That you add to the panic

and worsen your plight

As your breathing gets shallow

and ever so slight

 It is literally choking

to death in slow motion

You reach for medication

or some sort of potion

 That will restore your breathing

and make everything right

But sometimes this choking

will go on through the night

You will sit upright counting

as the minutes go by

Taking each wheezing breath

as you look toward the sky

 Sending up a quick prayer

as you stare at the light

Asking God to just let you

get through this long night

 And when the attack passes

and normal breathing returns

Your chest still feels sore

and your lung tissue burns

 Like the cuts of a fighter

that take time to heal

Knowing that sometime soon

he’ll repeat this ordeal

 So asthma continues

in your life without end

A permanent resident

an unwelcomed friend.

Source: http://blog.poemsbyname.com/life-poems/asthma/