Sigh
a breath
at last
another
hardship
passed
for now
at least
the air
is sweet,
less
Bitter
than it
has been
how odd
it is
that you can
hold your
lungs in
Paralysis
without your
slightest
noticing it
then drink
the air
without a
care when
you've
faced a
Fear
even though
it hasn't
Disappeared
and could
be waiting
to swallow
your cheer
so enjoy
the air
while your
lungs are
Free
Breathe
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Words In My Head
PoetryThe thoughts and musings of no-one in particular. A collection of short-stories and poems.
