I BREATHE

I BREATHE

I breathe air that I am not able to see, feel or taste. My senses confused, mind amused but no real explanation obtained. 

I breathe air, but to my intellect, I am not able to explain. I think it is this, or maybe a piece of that. Not sure, what it is, but without it, I am out cold, lifeless, slain and death continue on my tracks. 

I need to take a breath but I am afraid of what it will mean. I am afraid to inhale, hold it in so it can overtake my inner person and infiltrate my soul.

 I need to breathe, I need to live, but do not know-how. Is this air real or a figment of my imagination? What am I doing? What will people think if I breathe? It looks so natural on others, but for me, it is hard to breathe. I take shallow breaths, enough to sustain this existence but never truly living. I need to breathe.

No longer holding my breath, I will breathe. It is time to take the biggest and deepest breath.  To let it swell on my inside to its warmth covers my outer man. Aaaah!!!

I can breathe in the goodness of what is, I can breathe in the warmth of what is to be, and I can breathe in the hopes and dreams of what is and accept what I will become. I can breathe free, pure and honest. I can breathe.

 I breathe deep, so deep that my fears become none. I breathe full breaths into my dreams and my dream breathes life into me. I am free to live, I am free to soar, and I am free to risk because I allow myself to breathe.

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