As I exhale in the choking smoke,
I realize that would be my last breath
until fresh air finds my face.
To do otherwise would mean injury -
would singe membranes and capillaries.
The urge to draw another breath
weighs heavy on my mind.
Frantically, I search for an exit,
but I don’t know the way.
A strange and dying structure is slow
to reveal its secrets to the lost.
I rattle door knobs and
grasp at locked windows - to no avail.
I become desperate - the cause critical.
My world darkens, and I console myself to the
reality of the fatality and the futility of
drawing in a breath that my body longs for,
but that my mind knows would kill
the very body that craves it.
Brightness! Breeze! Breath at long last!
Dizzily, I fall down.
I roll over on the cold ground and… breathe.
Looking into the clear, blue sky
with the smoke pouring into it,
I thank my Lord for my breath.
You… are my breath!
I love you, and
I thank God for you.