When I was younger I flew
the koop, no cage could keep
me from flying this dirty
grave of doom.
Life came to make friends
with me, I agreed to stay.
It was great until the storm came,
it washed away the sunshine,
it drowned my mind in love
and pain, it stole my
jars of broken hearts,
it broke my wings and forced
me down, my chair became
the cage now I’m back to
being a slave to my health.
That’s life, you live and die,
you suffer and fly, you climb
mountains, float down rivers
and lakes, you surfe the
biggest waves.
In the end we end up in
the grave.
Don’t forget to breathe,
take longer breaths,
just take your time;
you’ve got unknown
amounts of time.
This asthma induced disease
we call life has no insurance
or warranty.
So live well and you won’t
go to bed regretting your
dreams. Don’t cover yourself
with the dirt from the roads
you’ve built. Instead let go
of all regret go to your dirt
bed clean.
©️ 2020 By Amanda Shelton