Swollen Breath

by CindyUng

August 13, 2015

The more I sigh,

The more I exhale the pain

As it hovers close to my lips

Before dissolving

Into the unaware.

Forget it,

They’ll never care.

The more I breathe,

Reminds me that I’m still

Caught in reality.

Filling me down with despair,

I sigh again.

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Find me where the heart beats faster and the mind runs clearly. If you turn around, you might catch a glimpse of moonlight: Hold it close and you may hear the whispers of my aches and dreams. Speak softly now, you might scare the strength out of me. You'll never know where my thoughts will go next, just let me be the one driving this journey. Someday I'll return to the stars and sleep in the void, a place where I hope to find colors I've never seen before. And when I master the art of painting into the galaxies of pain and recovery, I will discover the truth in me. I will be free, I will be free. Let the constellations tattoo the spaces of my body. ***If you ever want me to check out your poetry, feel free to let me know!***

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk GudaMay 12, 2016

<p>Powerful expression! </p>

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