I feel my lungs fill with air

It's my own type of prayer

Throughout my spiritual journey 

I make my body a place to feel worthy

I close my eyes and everything disappears 

And his yelling stops reaching my ears

As I sit inside this new persona 

I feel as if I'm in a coma

Once I'm done with this meditation  

I no longer fear my habitation

My heavy eyes begin open 

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I am now ready to take on this ill omen

This poem is about: 
Our world
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