A freestyle poem this week…
Thursday came upon me, and I woke up thinking… I forgot to blog! Not that the world would stop, or anyone would notice. But it has become a discipline for me, a rhythm in my weeks.
I’ve enjoyed exploring poetry styles in the last weeks. But today is freestyle, the words that came to my consciousness this morning, as I took my deep breaths, thankful for a new day.
Breathing
Breathing.
It’s not optional
I breathe without thinking
without formulating how to,
without effort.
Until I can’t breathe
grasping for precious air
to fill my lungs.
For those who struggle
to breathe
I lift a prayer.
I create space
to breathe
consciously
deeply
deliberately tracking
my breath
filling
expanding and holding
slowly releasing
and again.
Breath is life
A gift.
So I breathe
consciously
gratefully
in this moment.
A forest walk
