I have never been able to breathe -
for the longest time all I could do was heave
and for an even longer time all I could do was seethe.
I take it in and I let it out
and all it does is hover just beyond where I can reach it.
Air has never been my friend
and we have never gotten along.
How is it that you breathe me back to life?
How Is it that you make me want to survive?
{ 7 October 2023 }
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Alive
PoetryIt is an ugly beast to have to have to tame. Sometimes the easier thing to do instead of learning to tame the beast, is to learn to understand it and move with it. It's a roller-coaster of pain and anger and confusion, but once in a while, it's Aliv...
