Breath
Breath
I breath deeply and hold,
this isn’t so hard,
it’s relative ease making me bold.
Slightly harder now,
pulse pounding in my head,
sweat rolling down my brow.
I could really use some air,
this isn’t a good idea,
I fall into my chair.
My lungs pleading for help,
my urge to inhale,
I’m about to yelp.
My vision is blurry,
I really should stop,
I’m beginning to worry.
I let out a little,
I’m mad at myself,
too noncommittal
It’s too much,
I can’t take it,
I held it for 2 minutes, clutch.
I exhale fast,
the first breath is amazing,
releasing all the air I had amassed.
I underappreciated breath,
it is so common,
but without it there’s death
It’s amazing something so easy to get,
is so hard to keep.
Copyright © Theo Faucher | Year Posted 2014
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