First Breath

I took my first breath

Felt the air of inspiration enter my new lungs.

Realizing the importance of words,

The necessity of love,

The essentialness of spreading light when Dark stalks the world too confidently,

I began to write.

 

I took my first breath

And breathed out poetry.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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