In for 4
Hold for 5
Out for 6
Given the ability to breathe means I'm alive
Why be given such a gift if I had no purpose, no future
My mind contradicts the words of my heart, beating heavily on its cage
There's no one to lift me from this ditch, no rope to hold onto
To get out I need the strength within, to scream its passion for life and death
Only I can free myself , thoughts trapped behind bars have no power
There's no stranger feeling than relief
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Lovely Lavender
PoetryLavender can symbolize sacredness in ancient Greece, adorning temples and shrines, or high social status in ancient Rome with how expensive they were to buy and grow. In meditation and yoga, the color of the flower itself represents the 7th chakra...
