Out of Breath
Always excited by the rising sun,
Watching as the shadows run
Every single day, I’m trying to make it through
Sometimes I’m so exhausted my face looks blue
Take my exhalation but please Lord leaves me some breath
I see the steady rise and fall of my chest
I clench my fist hoping I've grabbed the last inch of air
I have to pace myself knowing that my beating heart is still there
Let us breathe in the happiness and freedom of the new day
That’s why peace and joy comes my way
A lot of people don't understand that breathing is a luxury
Definitely a gift from God to you and me
Your life is a waste if you worry all the time
So take it day by day and it will turn out fine
Breathe the world in and then let it out,
As we envision what life is really about
“Poetry is breathing words that gives a reader pause.”
? Ankita Singhal
“To breathe is to live.”
? Joseph Rain
“When a turbulent mind and wounded heart surrenders to grace, breathing is easy.”
? T.F. Hodge
Copyright © Jeffrey Lee | Year Posted 2016
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