Live To Breathe
Have you ever been a stranger to your own mind,
a pioneer of your own time?
Did you waste a second pretending to be dead when you could have been living?
Tell me what it’s like to live, to live in your cage, your stage.
Tell me the secrets that lie between the bars and past the stars.
Let me know what it’s like to walk in your shoes and sing your sad blues.
Bring me a new measurement of what time once was without the one you loved;
without your mom, your friend, your brother, or your heart.
Cry for me, my shoulders hold yours and a thousand tears.
Scream to me, about all your fears and all your anger from those who did you wrong.
Breathe, breathe, and sweep up the memories you once lost long ago.
You forgot how to swing on a swing or how to dance in the rain.
Don’t be afraid to get wet when it rains because the sky just wants you to look up again.
Remember that children still play like you once did.
And I still stay, listening to you because I want you to fight for what is yours.
You are yours, no one else’s and if anything this social media has taught me is that they lie.
I will not lie.
You are beautiful because you breathe, you are wonderful because you are alive,
and you are unique because your eyes tell me a story.
So look up, be the pioneer of your time. Live to breathe.
Copyright © Jamie Meyst | Year Posted 2014
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