i woke up breathless,
my very own sustenance
plucked out of me.
a heavy boulder set on my chest-
could not breathe,
could not cry out.
immobile,
droplets oozing from every pore,
a desert lay exploring within me.
then a sweet and tender voice
filtered into my ears,
singing on languid notes:
“i will guide you
thru these troubles.
take my hand,” she said.
as i did, i emerged from a dream
and into another.
i could breathe,
and everything took on a different meaning-
life restored,
music came back to my ears,
laughter i could hear again.
