i breathe

i breathe.

my throat is tight from

too much singing and

the anxiety that follows

my audition

-the look in my teacher's eyes

is not responsive when

the last note resonates 

from my fluttering gut-

and i know i didn't 

make the cut

like i had hoped

so often, 

in my room

belting showtunes

for only my ears.

 

i step outside,

hoping,

the fresh air,

will help me,

breathe in,

and out.

muggy,

damp,

and then...

it breaks.

with a crack

the sky is torn assunder 

and fat drops splat, splat, splat

and the wind revives my empty lungs

as i throw myself into the gusts of natures breath, floating a little,

on the wind and ariborn water.

And I Breathe.

This poem is about: 
Me
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