Breathe
In...
Out...
From ragged and quick
To slow and steady
Breathing
The first breath I hear in the morning
is his
and hearing that deep, content sound
make facing my fears
that much easier
and knowing that he is the reason that my breath remains steady
makes life all the more worth it
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