The sound of the
Breathing machine
Brings little comfort.
Nobody likes the smell
Of hospitals,
They serve a purpose.
Sometimes you leave with your loved one,
Sometimes you leave
Alone.
The sound of the
Breathing machine
Brings little comfort.
Nobody likes the smell
Of hospitals,
They serve a purpose.
Sometimes you leave with your loved one,
Sometimes you leave
Alone.
Flowers.
Sunrise upon a face,
Sunset upon a heart.
The eyes in silence,
The arms in chaos.
The obsessions,
The anxiety
Relentless in my mind.
Breathing, breathing
Keeping time.
Morning.
Up before sunrise.
Dancing in the dark.
Playing my records
In the kitchen,
A few songs on repeat.
(Tears dried in my dreams)
One day flowing into the next.
Loving.
Learning.
Growing.
Holding on to this,
Letting go of that.
Things that must be said,
Memories wished to be forgotten.
Ebb and flow.
This I know;
I woke breathing this morning.
She knows he is out there
Somewhere,
So
She keeps breathing.
Sitting on a park bench,
Umbrella in her lap.
Rain pouring down,
But she doesn’t care.
Hair soaking wet.
Raindrops on her lips.
Still she doesn’t care.
She keeps breathing.
The rain is falling down
And none of it matters.
She knows
He is out there somewhere.
She is not drowning yet.
She’s still breathing.
I’m hanging on.
I am believing you are still there.
Your heart beating.
Your skin warm.
Waiting.
Waiting and
Breathing.
Knowing every day
Brings us closer.
Every hour nearer.
Seeing
Clearer
Than we have ever seen
Before.
Just breathing
Just walking
Just talking
Just living
Realizing
I was making it all so complicated.
Lie back.
Breathe.