and these are the depths i take
to reach understanding
sometimes, so far, that i forget :
breath
and the tightness
that forms in my chest
as the compressions
becomes too
stiff..
i fear : breaking
and forget : bliss
and in the darkness i flutter
a moth in this abyss
without sight for anything greater
lost in only : this
and slowly your light descends upon me
with freshness and swiftness
so, quick.
suddenly, enveloped,
the grasp weakens,
and easily my chest expands
filled with clarity
i rise to the surface
and awaken, refreshed
glistening
ready, to prosper,
again.
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