Wheezing Rambles…..

Wheezing Rambles…..

The sun was shining through late evening clouds-

My little dog named Misty was strutting along-

Ever-so gleeful-

Mud dappled her paws.

People were staring-

Insecure I felt-

All were judging me.

Their stares projecting-

Silent words of judgement-


This young lass with her dog in hand-

A rebel she be-

For no mask be upon her face.

My stomach twisting-

Palms are sweating-

If only they knew-

I have Asthma-

A consistent struggle to breath.

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