Life can wind you even when you’re already struggling to breathe.
A sour taint that has you reaching for the super glue
to try and stick yourself back together,
though at first you hesitate, the thought that this is your fault
and not just something that’s been hiding in secret for a long time
waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike
staying your hand.
But the breath you’re seeking will return and fill your lungs to full capacity
with fresh, clean air
and not the toxic fumes you’ve been inhaling for so long.
Your beaten self will revive and flourish
in ways you never knew it could.
You just need time.
Treeshallow Musings 