The struggle to aspire;
to just breathe life
into the wordy mire
expressive of strife
It sets my song on edge
and nearly suffocates me
as I attempt to draw in breath
and speak what I alone can see
For the world I know is nowhere
in the heart of any other soul
though I tell it with great care
sometimes it's still taken cold
Frozen in a heavy winter cloud
it's all I can do sometimes to get it out
Stuffed up in allergic reactions
and compartmentalized into factions
Yet I am a complex being
I stand uniquely on my own
and the little you are seeing
is just the little I have yet shown
If you could breath the fire
of the warmth within my blood
If you too could aspire
this air my life is made of
then your eyes would open wide
and you would see why I write
if we could share the air inside
you'd feel my reasons why
YOU ARE READING
Breathe
PoetryThere in each other's arms in a moment safe and real We met away from any harm Understanding how we feel The light of bodies in an ocean sky as we touched the drops in each other's eyes For me, writing poetry is a necessity like breathing. All conte...
