Breathe in and Breathe out

Breathe.

Words to tell myself to escape the struggles

Trapped.

Emotions clogging up my mind with no where to call home.

Helpless.

Struggling to find an outlet to let it all go.

Quiet.

Waiting in the background silently pleading for help.

Breathe.

In and out as my fingers stroke the soft cream colored page.

Move.

The motion of my pen as the ink flows from it and along with it my thought

Release.

As I pour all of my feelings onto the paper with such a sweet release.

Poetry.

A newfound love that gives me the opportunity for freedom.

Happiness.

A long forgotten friend who met me at the end of my struggles and joined me.

Breathe.

As I smile at the words I have written and feel at ease with the world.

This poem is about: 
Me

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