The iron lung isn’t forever.  I am surrounded by the insistent beep of the monitors, the relentless rapping of the rain at the window, the endless hum of the lights up ahead, and the constant ache of all the things I could be, and the things I could do, if I were free.  The dreams…

The iron lung isn’t forever.  I am surrounded by the insistent beep of the monitors, the relentless rapping of the rain at the window, the endless hum of the lights up ahead, and the constant ache of all the things I could be, and the things I could do, if I were free.  The dreams…