My Lungs Are Made For Breathing (poem)

[beautifulsoul]

I wrote this poem, which represents the different stages of my life. Over the past several years, I’ve struggled to accept the circumstances after my transplants. I went from living a semi-normal life, to dying, to living again. I used to constantly worry about becoming sick again, my lungs developing an infection, or rejecting my transplanted organs. I thought for sure I was living on borrowed time. My life would end sooner, rather than later. The past ten years have been an eventful, fast moving, roller coaster. I’ve definitely flew off the track a few times, although, I wouldn’t trade my life for a less bumpy ride. The unstable roller coaster ride has made me the independent woman I am today.

I am a confident, healthy, child.

My hero is Peter Pan.
I am happy.
I live in a room full of toys.
I feel normal.
I love my barbies and baby dolls.
I listen to my parents.
I dance in costumes on stage.
I read Judy Blume.
I wish I could have everything I want.
I’m afraid of needles.
I want to be a nurse.
I learn kindness.
I find enjoyment.
I say, “I want it my way”
I’m breathing despite lungs with cystic fibrosis.

This is the first verse. Check out my blog to read the remainder of this poem.

Thanks for reading!

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[Imogene]

Beautiful...I love how surprising the emotions flow through. Let us know if your baptism will be live streamed!