The airways in my chest constrict,
As if I have been held hostage by a foe.
I long to return to a state of eupnea, not this woe,
But these thoughts are just a mirage.
Over time, I have become restless; night after night, I seem helpless.
Immersed in my pains is this wheezing sound that is now a symphony of strains.
Whooping, sneezing, and wheezing have nearly become a part of me, but I will not let this define me.
With self-medication, I’ll subdue it. Though it might be difficult; however, with divine resilience, I’ll overcome this phase.
