Breathe Poem by Paul Donnelly

Just Wait,

They say it’s darkest before the dawn, because this is where the thoughts are born,
The great sin,
But hold on, wait,
For the greatest show on earth about to begin that most people sleep through.

The sun to rise, Herald a new day. Put knots at the end of your rope so you can hold on.
Don’t let us start without you.
You, the real you, every you, because in life there are always second chances.
All things must pass and so must this storm.
Picture yourself on a boat in a river, trying to stay afloat while the waters rasp your throat, BREATHE, let out a breath like an answer to death.

You’re not done yet.

This soon shall pass.

Life is a gift you can’t return and I’ve got time to burn.
So listen.
Listen to the sound of the world sleepwalking while you wake and rise.
Rise with the force of a juggernought bound for breaking intangible barriers,
Be the moth that aims for the moon, because too soon if life we are told what not to be.
You can be Anything.
There are always second chances.