I Breathe In

I invite you to gently feel the faint mist of dawn dust your face with dew.

Feel the heavy warmth as the sun breaks the horizon and casts its

shadows across the canvas of earth. 

This is the world. This is life. A collage of moments strung about without

any sort of sorts or any care in the world. The world that paints each day

with a new set of colors.  Colors that speak louder than any politician,

Colors that shine brighter than any rage filled fire. 

I breathe in. I fill my lungs with the crisp air of a generation

that finds comfort in the colors. I let the sun shine full on my tired

eyelids, stretched over patient observings, defined only

by the hours of work that the night entailed. 

The wind blows to remind me I can fly. That in time my work

will come to avail. That one day, I will shatter my shackles and

leap from the ledge. That one day I will fly from my prison.

My hell that even I dwell in now, is only a temporary cell.

Its bars are on borrowed time, for before long, they will

cage me in no longer.

I breathe in. I pacify my doubt. I put my fears to rest.

I breathe in, so others may one day breathe with me.

I breathe in to remember that one day I will soar.

I breathe in to bring color to a world so starved of passion.

I breathe in.