Breath

Oh the sweet whisper from the dead made my whole body tremble,

The ringing from the phone only made my mind crumble.

The bitter words rocked me to my core,

The harsh words of truth opened my eyes.

They longed to be among the living but we wanted to be

With the dead.

She died, he died, they lived.

How was i supposed to breath?

By replacing my breath with theirs?

No.

By breathing the different air of life.

Blossoming into a small petal,

Building upon the licks of the flame

made not my eyes, my mind, open to the world of existence.

Orpheus and Eurydice, my past reflection.

Look upon now, the living and my breath.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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