My breath is a breath that speaks.

And when it does, it creates waves that crash in a million different ways, changing, being recreated, being chipped away, and added to.

Until suddenly my breath speaks words that are not its own. My breath made captive to the world, stolen from lungs that fight to find air that is pure. Lungs that must fight to follow their very nature which tells them that the breath they hold speaks. That the breath they hold must not be polluted by the air that presses in on all sides, waiting to corrupt the very nature of it.

That the breath they hold is life.

And life is a delicate thing.

But my breath is no longer my own.

It is a breath that speaks others’ words, its oxygen used to fuel the very fire which poisons my lungs. My lungs now void of breath. My very being silenced.

The world speaks loud – it shouts with a strong wind I no longer recognize. The strength of it rattles my bones. They quake. And I want to fight it with all I have left, but all that I have left is silence. Silence where my breath used to be. Silence pressing on all my insides begging to be freed. Silence so loud and pressure so great I have no choice but to free it.

So I do.

And silence soon finds the world; My breath soon finds me.

My breath is a breath that speaks!

It is filled with power!

Power to clear the air of the fire which poisons so many. Power to shout! Power to speak truth and love.

There is freedom! Freedom fills my very being as I breathe. Breathe deep just to feel that breath. My breath.

It fills lungs that no longer fight. My flesh once torn by winds and judgmental eyes, now rejoices in the life that each breath brings. My very flesh sings songs of joy.

My very flesh breathes.

My breath is a breath that speaks.

It does not claim to have all the answers.

But it speaks words that are pure – unchanged by fiery winds.

Strong and steadfast, it holds tight to lungs that are certain of the truths my breath speaks.