If the heavens ever did speak

If I had to tell you I was off. I was sick and ill and let alone.  I pried for my weaknesses. I tried to find them.  I let myself submit.  I fell and let the air hover right outside my mouth but never down my throat. 

I choked.

I stayed close enough to dead without dying.  And I went about my daze.

I was flying…

In a panic,  I was flying….