breathing, stuck, throat, heart

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.

Inspiration: I wrote this – dare I say – poem after leading a meditation at work and having everyone participate in a free writing exercise afterwards. The meditation was on breathing (entitled Breath Awareness from Meditation Oasis) and so naturally I wrote breathing.
For as long as I can remember, I have had issues with taking a full breath. This was made very clear when I started yoga classes almost 10 years ago. My breath gets caught in my throat and the left side of my chest. This stuckness/blockage has gone away after energy healing sessions and recently when I was meditating but always returned. Part of my self-work is understanding what is blocking that part of my chest and throat and to release it. I know it is indicative of something bigger but I’m not quite sure what it is yet.


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?


I write everyday because it allows me to voice what is at the surface. Once that is out of my head, I can dig in another layer deeper. My daily writing practice has been my greatest exploration of self and humanity. Sign up here to receive these thought nuggets in your inbox on the daily.