Walking I fell but then I rose because I had to, there was no other way. I couldn’t manage to sit and lay in the dust and dirt.
Life is sometimes a hard game to play.
When life becomes difficult, it becomes difficult to swallow my own breath. The fresh air then chokes me. I try to gulp it in inches. It escapes me. It plays hide and seek with me.
I try to breathe, because I have to breathe. Because that’s life and it goes on till it has to.
For daily prompt: Swallow