Daguetamra - Hello Poetry

Daguetamra

Daguetamra

29 Geriatric nurse, mom to a toddler, and living with MuSK-MG, an autoimmune disease affecting nerve-muscle communication. Writing is my outlet. I work on grimdark manuscripts and am beginning to explore poetry.

something feel quiet still breathe does inside body loud hold hands steady cannot chest breath faster while unraveling control edges home again always feels sometimes never weight every tell lungs rising why suffocating eyes blur somewhere being keep holding ribs clean because look myself answer saving stillness silence place held another surrender loss last room between moment myasthenia gravis falling numbers oxygen obedient blood muscles whisper ask anything limbs fade voice weakens dying echo panic truth escape without steroids forget rise swallow chaos storm begins lights sounds sharp crowds press against skin peeled open moves fast mother toddler quietly smiling responding existing feral frantic paces fix perfect chase straight lines folded order stitch together swollen restless foreign shell remember felt visitor trapped behind own overwhelm crests noise pressure spill flares same medication infusions cycles loop costs everything yes obey vitals behave mind drowning closing tight relentless air filling love arrive