Keep breathing...
even when the day dragged on like molasses...
even as every step taken was in quicksand...
even if the forecasted sunlight never appeared...
Keep breathing...
as deeply as your lungs will allow...
as softly as the wings of a butterfly...
as slowly as that damn clock ticking, ticking, ticking...
Keep breathing...
focusing on the exhaled impatience
that sometimes suffocates the simplest of tasks...
expell what overwhelms you....Keep breathing...
Note to self....
Just breathe...I think it really is that simple, and you captured that perfectly in this poem Susan. And thanks so much for taking the time to read and comment on one of my poems. Be well, be free...Scott
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reminds me of a favorite pastime... remembering to exhale all the way to the surface...: -)