Dying

At times

I wonder

If the body ages

Because of

The weight of the mind

Because of 

The sorrows of the heart

And maybe 

Aging

Is really difficult 

Because

Our traumas build

And build

Until one day 

Our house of trauma

Comes blissfully 

Tumbling down

And

We die. 

Fear

I know what it feels like

To suffocate almost to death

I know what it feels like

To be unsure of your next breath

I know what it sounds like

When your lungs won’t hold air

I know what it sounds like 

When someone only pretends to care

I know what it looks like 

When your eyelids blink for too long

I know what it looks like

When your shallow skin just looks wrong

I know what it tastes like

When every cough produces blood

I know what it tastes like

When all your food seems like mud

I know what all of these things are like

Because I almost died from them at one time

And if I can prevent one life from feeling this way

Then I’ll stay home and be just fine