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.
 
                                               
                                                  