Breath
It is God’s will that I breathe.
I was a fatidic plan; thus, I
Breathe; But I never gave
Permission to do such. I
Was never given a choice.
How is it that I breathe! I burn
Frankincense praying for an
Answer. Days continue to turn.
I am a halcyon hillside disturbed.
I am a callow child clinging to a verb.
I am fraught with consternation.
I so need God. I so need meditation.
It is God’s will that I breathe.
Abed, afire with angst, I felt a flood of
Deception. I have been sold a dream.
Life is absurd—a deceptive stream.
Have I revealed that I was ordained
To breathe? How was I ordained to
Breathe? Could it not be a haphazard
blunder? Could it not be by chance?
I was preordained to breathe.
My only vang is breath—it sustains
My very breath. Breath sustains me.
From breath, I cannot break free.
I am again a slave—a slave to breathing.
Whoever said it was my desire to breathe?
I am the byproduct of a lustful embrace.
I am an accident. Was I not a mistake?
I am a halcyon hillside disturbed.
I am a callow child clinging to a verb.
I am fraught with consternation.
I so need God. I so need meditation.
I never asked to breathe.
I never asked to feel so trapped.
Existence is a prison. But
I must exist for I breathe.
Glenn Jr. Marchand (Naïve)
Copyright © Glenn Jr Marchand | Year Posted 2009
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