The air I breathe used to be different.
It used to be stagnant and filled with
Forcing my way headlong into
Shoulds and wishful thinking.
Though somehow I managed
To get somewhere even with
All that struggle, I sensed
A hole in my lungs that allowed
Too much of my breath to escape.
Shallow and listless, my inhales
Were purely practical.
What I needed was a breath of inspiration.
Claim that there is no one else to credit.
For when you entered my life
My breathing shifted into a
Deeper, more beneficent rhythm.
Open and vulnerable, no longer
An impenetrable fortress,
I stand exposed to those things
I thought would kill me:
~ improvised (spontaneously composed, unedited) by Stan Stewart
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