Breathe
Breathe, just breathe.
Righteously yours, your freedom, your responsibility, your power to respire.
Earing, working for what you have. What did you sacrifice?
All the emotions, foreignly intruding your body? Happy to be alive, sad for the people who can’t experience this life force?
The raw, bare air, trespassing your boundaries with that relief? Relief of life?
Heartrending. Time stopping. Heart pounding. Life slipping.
Ending(s) with one command, so heed. Breathe. Just Breathe.
This poem is about:
Our world
