I carry my dreams

Like oxygen cylinders

On this one lifetime climb.

Oh what a burden!

Should I leave it here?

It’d be easier.

 

No!

 

The air is thinning,

The breaths are short,

Heart beats sounding

Like angry poundings on my front door,

As death came knocking

I intended to go

 

No!

 

The mask on my face

With oxygen brimming

The poundings fading

Death receding.