Breathe

Breathe

 

In. Out. In. Out.

 

It seems simple.

 

A constant

Life affirming

Rhythm.

 

Automatic.

Thoughtless.
Careless.

 

It’s not simple.

 

Some days it’s

All I can do to

Remind myself:

 

In. Out. In. Out.

 

Breathe.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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