I gasp for breath
As I sit up
Shaking, and quivering, I
Put my two feet
On the floor, and
Breathe in, and out
Until my heart slows
Then, I stand up
Unsteady on my feet
Go to the bathroom
Then back to sleep.
Quadrille #171: Poetry is a kind of Gasp | dVerse (dversepoets.com)
Striking writing here. I felt this.
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Thanks so much I appreciate your kind words 😆😁
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Great writing Carol.
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Thanks ☺️🌹
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You’re welcome
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🤗🤗
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