If you breathe, it hurts less
If you breathe, it hurts less, I think, feeling my bones rattle with each breath I take.
I no longer crave food I know will never come.
I crave air, but fear if I take too deep a breath someone might notice me and tell me to stop.
I breathe less and hope the pain will cease, though I know it never does.
Each breath reminds me I still live when many I know have died.
This is the real dilemma: to breathe or not to breathe.
There is no other question,
As long as I breathe, I will feel pain; and as long as I feel pain, I know I am alive.
And yet, if I breathe, it may hurt less.