heart center

breath

taken from these lungs

oh, bitterness-

you thief of air

left me gasping

for escape.

burnt expectations

sorrow fills my soul

thief of my very words- my being

gray, I grow

ashes, I become

arise

lifting my resistant

flailing arms

bitterly grappling for strength

you meet me at-

heart center.

breathe in—breathe out—

feel it in your nostrils.


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