There must be a way to breathe
a path to set free
the trapped bird within my chest
that thrives on life and hope and trust
and openness
There must be a force of love
that from heaven’s above
sees the mess we made
and patiently waits for us to awaken
to the truth
Where are we going?
And why are we so far from home?
Oppression is this weight
that we created by the meaninglessness
We lost the path to find the way
home or else forgot home
surrounds us
How to treasure it?
to make recompense
or is it all too late for us?
Surely our heart
and lungs
remember
how to to breathe.
Emerging From The Dark Night 
I’ve held my breathe my whole life, it seems. I really like the imagery in this poem. I hope too that one day I can relax into life. I’m hopeful. 🙏 Beautifully written and honest.
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Bkess your.. yes holding our breathe is due to hypervigilance and feeling unsafe we can learn to breathe long breaths out though. It takes so much mindfulness.
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Love, mess and truth… Some points really pinned on point… Lovely beautiful poem… 💕
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God bless thsnk you 💖
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My pleasure ✨
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Your poems are amazing. They really capture emotion so well.
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That is so lovely to read..means the world 🌏 thank you 🌷
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Surely breathing will bestow upon your life great healing as your chest rises and falls with what often seems like a task and often so precise a task it can not be but a blessing we don’t see… sending memories of breathing and I love this post.. beautifully written!
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Lovely to hear from you..❤ 🌹ever so slowly I feel my breathe and spirit returning wishing you peace and joy today Kerry Elizabeth.
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