It’s been a chaotic week. We still don’t have a car, but we do have midterms. Oh, and essays and homework and work and school. The busy life is a relatable life. So, here is a unique post of a prose (or, poem, if you will) I wrote. Enjoy.
Breathing and exhaling.
Necessary.
At least, supposedly.
I breathe in, taking what I need. The rush first comes through my nostrils, pressing against the limited opening. Feeling its way in. My chest inflates and my heart tries to match it, as the blood rushes like the air, forcing the organ to pump more.
Sometimes I forget breath.
I don’t use it.
I’m not sure why I do.
I exhale out, releasing what my body did not need. Deflated, my nostrils feel no rush or soft rasp. My heart pumps decline steadily, and my blood begs for its friend to mimic; if I do not inhale, they become veins left in vain.
The ending of a breath.
Another name:
An enemy and friend.
Why do we breathe? We do so automatically. Our bodies tell us we must live on. So often, we trust it. We trust to continue breathing (in whatever condition that may be). We learn we need it enough that when we can’t access it naturally, we find it by any means.
You trust there’s air?
I can’t show you,
But you can feel it in the room
And other places too.
“Just breathe in.”
It’s hard to hear,
Unless it’s gusting near.
Yet, if you listen close,
You’ll hear its whispering ghost.
“Just breathe.”
This reason we’re alive
Is not the reason I live.
There’s a friend
I can’t show you,
But sometimes you can feel Him in the room
And other places too.
“Just believe in…”
He’s hard to hear,
Unless you’re very near.
Yet, if you listen close,
You’ll hear His whispering Ghost.
“Just believe.”
Why do I believe? I do so automatically. My soul tells me ‘I must live on.’ So often, I trust it. I trust to continue believing (in whatever condition that may be). I’ve learned I need it enough that when I can’t access it naturally, I find it by any means.
Sometimes I forget to believe. I let nothing in or the wrong things out. In my return to consciousness though, I know with no doubt, humanity cannot go without.
We must learn how to breathe—
For breathing air
Will let us know He’s there.
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