Breathing is life.
It is essential.
But for me, it is laboring.
I breathe and it gets caught in my throat.
As the air travels down to my heart, it stops.
The heart says to my breath:
Stop your liveliness.
Your freshness cannot enter.
You are not allowed to be down here.
This is where dusty memories are.
Your breeze will blow the dust off these memories – that were so safely tucked away for so long.
Do not enter.
My breath says to my heart:
Allow for me to enter.
To breathe new life to old memories. To give a fresh perspective.
I am not the same as the breath who gave you those memories.
I am fuller, richer.
I am more gentle, more whole.
Release those dusty memories and make room for new ones.
Ones that help you expand, become, believe.
Allow me, welcome me to be with you, to blow off that dust, to escort those memories out.
Let us create anew.
This is my first foray into sharing my poetry. It is a big leap for me because I see poetry as truly my body expressing itself, totally raw and vulnerable. Words are not coming from my mind but from the cells of my body. What can you do today that is a big leap?
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