There are hills we climb

That shorten our breath.

Leaving us in panic,

They will cause our death.

Yet each hill we climb

Our lungs adjust to.

Fear cannot be a factor,

Yet it affects a few.

We breathe in and out every day,

And never give it a thought.

One day our breath gets labored,

 Fighting for air is sought.

Scary is an understatement

That occurs with each breath.

What was once unnoticed

Becomes a fight to beat death.