Cool Air

Cool Air prose poem

Uploaded by Jerry McKee


I saw a man the other day sitting outside in his chair, who seemed to enjoy the cool, night air. He sat and watched daily life pass by with glistening eyes and a warm, bright smile; thinking about those who keep asking, “are you alright,” and knowing his convincing words dripped with denial.

You see this man is a slave to an enemy unseen that he must fight alone; though if you knew what he goes through, you’d know home nothing more than brave.

You see it’s not just this morning, but all those in life that are left that he stares in the mirror and knows he’d escaped death. Not once or twice but many times he’d try with a searing pain in his heart and mind; which could and would make a grown man fall to his knees and cry.

The pain beats down on him nightly screaming, “Why…Why…why even bother to try, when you know in your heart you only want to die?”

He climbs back up to his feet and dusts off his knees, looking to the broken man staring back at him; trying to search his mind for a clue, a secret that only he knew.

They both turned their heads to a clock on the wall; a pained smile came to the face once filled with despair. “It’s a quarter till two,” he whispered quietly. “In four hours there will be light, which means I just survived yet another night. As long as the day is willing to come, I have it within me to see this fight won.”

And so this man once filled with despair walks outside to sit in his chair, to enjoy the remaining night’s cool air. And once again this man let’s out a heavy, yet relaxed sigh and takes pride knowing that today he’s alive.

There’s a truth that we know, those of us who live with this darkness; and that is it never lasts. As quick as darkness comes, so to does the light.

And for those of us brave enough to fight through lonesome, and painful nights…, well you’ll see us all outside with glistening eyes and a warm smile; sitting in our chairs enjoying the day’s cool air.

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