Breath

Teaching someone how to breathe is like running without feet 

Its like chasing something that doesn't move 

Its like being someone who’s not you 

 

Poetry taught me how to breathe 

 

It became my oxygen 

My sky 

My rhythm 

And my rhyme 

 

It became the music for my soul 

It became the best friend that I can’t let go 

It became my heart that won’t stop beating 

It became my luck that won’t stop giving 

 

when I lay the pen to paper 

When I touch my fingers to the keyboard 

My breath begins to slow 

my body begins to let go 

My toes uncurl and 

my fists unclench 

 

I’m now in a different world 

one that is detached from the lies 

the false hopes 

the bad dreams and 

the “no”s 

 

In poetry I am limitless 

I am who I chose to be 

I am my own judge 

I am me