Breathe

In...

Out...

From ragged and quick 

To slow and steady 

Breathing

The first breath I hear in the morning

is his

and hearing that deep, content sound

make facing my fears

that much easier

and knowing that he is the reason that my breath remains steady

makes life all the more worth it

This poem is about: 
Me

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