Poem: Breath

 

'The fog mirrored her state of mind so perfectly she felt as if she were walking through her own brain: a haze of formless, pervasive emotion, nothing she could grasp, but full of looming thoughts that appeared from nowhere, startling her, then receded into whiteness again before she was even sure what she had seen.'

Little Fires Everywhere

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In the uncertainty of it all

We can return to our breath,

To our soul. 

Sometimes we forget that which is nothing

But straight: 

To breathe is to live, 

To live is to breathe.

Let thoughts and threats 

Vanish away, 

Let the light in,

Breathe again. 

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My breath is my anchor

I ground through my breath,

I inhale the peace

I exhale the shame. 

When all is dark

My breath is there,

It hears my prayers,

It makes me aware. 

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I don't let go, 

I forever hold on 

To my breath

And the beating of my soul 

 

That makes me smile, 

That helps me breathe, 

That reassures me it'll all pass, 

That it's worth living life. 

When I ground through my breath 

The darkness recedes and 

Visits me less.  

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I've  have learnt that light will always win

And that I am stronger than my thoughts.