Clouds of Breath

July 20, 2016

Where my emotion

Is gathered in

Constant tension

My nose, my throat

Hot clouds of

Breath that disallow

The peaceful rain

To swallow down

My doubt, my insecurities

My stress, my fear

My overwhelming feeling of

Sitting, staying, being

Nothing for people here.

My brain tells me

That's untrue

But my heart

Is what I listen to.

My throat is hotter

Each time I exhale.

I feel each year

That the next

Is when

I begin my tale.

So how do I

Regain control?

Tell myself the place to be

Is now, is here

That here is the goal.

I do not know

For sure

My ikigai,

Though when I do

I'll be sure

The first to know

Is you.

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