I breathe, in and out. Inhale. Exhale.
Life, with every breath, a gift.
A gift. Yes, a gift. But one I must accept.
Ironic. Without it I couldn’t resent it.
One day I caress it; embrace it; give thanks.
Another day I bear it; carry it; … give thanks.
A gift. Rejoice and be glad in it! Ungrateful?
I didn’t request it. At His behest I have it.
Yet, a gift. Yes, a gift. Just breathe.
They struck me so I’d take my first one.
What a blessing! I could scream! In horror.
Now stuck. Inhale. Exhale. It’s a gift, so breathe.