Breathe. – Poem of the Week


Stop stealing oxygen from the people you love.

They won’t be able to breathe anymore. I’d be okay if my breath got taken away at this very moment. At least you would be able to inhale quietly instead of gasping for air.  I’d be alright holding my breath if it meant you could feel alive again. I’ll even keep my head under the water for the extra eight minutes if you just want to enjoy the swim. I don’t know if I would go as far to take my helmet off in space, but I would let you take my oxygen tank.  Anything to help you breathe.

Breathe in.  Breathe out.

Don’t follow my lead or else you’ll suffocate.

Breathe In. Breath out.

Swim to the surface, but please, let me drown.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

My asthma is terrible but I’ll run the extra mile if it meant you could catch your own breath.

Breath in. Breathe out.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Just

Breathe.

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