I wrote this poem today to remind myself why I'm choosing to quit (again). I know I can do it this time. Small steps towards big goals... I'm always here to support anyone in their journey to quit!
What if I could quit smoking
What if I could breathe again
What if I could laugh and dance and sing
Without feeling as though the breath’s been
knocked out of me
Though smoking has knocked a lot out of me
And it has stolen a lot from me:
Money
Time
Life
Family
My uncle was the first person
I directly knew to die of cancer
because of chain-smoking
Lung cancer, pneumonia, blot clots
My children have written me notes
and said too many times
the same things I can recall saying to him
in desperation:
“Please stop.
I don’t want
your lungs to get black
Or for you to die
From cancer”
I did and do not want that
For him
For them
For me
I do not want to fail this time
And I won’t
