BREATHE
Crushing under the weight,
trying to swing it in stride.
This adulting concept was not well explained.
Breathe
Pinching yourself, begging to wake up
from a terrible nightmare.
This can't be real.
Breathe baby,
Breathe.
Tired of fighting unseen wars,
chasing yet to be fulfilled dreams
Doing all you can, hoping it will all make sense in the end.
Breathe, my dear, Breathe!
Your legs scream in protest,
as they pound the pavement
Arms flailing,
don't forget to breathe child.
One deep breath,
fill your lungs.
Feel it expand.
R e l e a s e
slowly.
Do it again
and again,
keep breathing.
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