Where do you wish to be on the spectrum of life ?

It's as if the breath that i was holding onto, 

For a mere 20 seconds, 

Was life giving me the chance to take a pause.

A pause from this mad world.

A pause from my incessant attempt to grasp just a mere fist of oxygen

to put back into my lungs. 

A pause from all my worries.

As i stared straight ahead,

the passing 1, 2, 3 seconds felt like 4, 5, 6 minutes.

And, Oh! How i wish i could never breathe again,

if it meant that i could dwell in that pause,

in that serene moment,

where nothing, but the sound of my dwindling heart rate can be heard. 

And although this is not a request for my own demise, 

I only wish for moments like these,

where i have no place on the spectrum of life.

Not living and discontent 

Not dead and regretful 

Simply free.

This poem is about: 
Me

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