What I breath
I once fell in love so deeply that I could not help but write about my feelings for this person and all they awoke in me. It was a love that was eventually betrayed—and yet, in every breath between the pain, I found myself remembering those lines, holding onto them, even as I grieved. WHAT I BREATH He climbs a tree, The skyscrapers of the Earth. He touches the sky, Yet never forgets the ground. His feet are roots, His soul the soil. Is he a son of the underneath, Or from where the stars belong? His heart is a flower, Permanently bloomed. Are the petals magic? They can heal, I felt it, didn’t you? He is the oxygen, The life we breathe. He is the coconut water That flows in me, In you… He is the blood inside the rocks. He is the heartbeat of these words. He brings soul to those who don’t have it. He heals the ones whose hearts are shaking, rotting. Sometimes he’s purposely blind, 'Cause he is the seer of everything, Even without the light from the sun. The future, th...
