Phoenix Rising

Are you aware of your breath

Do you notice the rise and fall

As you inhale then exhale

For decades I was blinded

By the depth of my trauma

To the fact that I am not breathing

Even medics where blind

Treating me from infancy

For Asthma

For sleep apnea

For chest infections

They also could not see

The trauma held in my lungs

So I was pumped full of meds

Steroids

Antibiotics

Inhalers

IV drugs

Nebulisers

Trips to intensive care

What a revelation

On my healing journey

The discovery

My lungs work

Each time I thought I was sick

I didn’t know my body was triggered

I wasn’t aware

How my system holds our breath

Holding, waiting, listening

Not breathing

Now I am conscious of my breath

For me and for my alters

A constant analysis

Of what state my breathing is in

Of calming my lungs

As mindful as I can be with every breath

There are still blips

Blips that can be understood

Blips that can be worked with

My lungs are not broken

I can breathe

Phoenix