Under My Breath
photo by blanca rovira
Refusing to allow my body
to breathe, in its own easy natural way
Stopping my breath somewhere along the road
I kept walking, never seeing the monsters behind me
More times than l knew I was unaware
of that which was left to mourn;
pain and suffering came along
Lying in bed holding my breath
Asking what is left
There is an empty road beneath my breath
monsters hiding under my bed
where everything returns to be repaired
My body insists I breathe
Becoming aware of what was always there,
Becoming aware of what needed care
Here I am,
yet again –
in Your light
through my breath
now aware
© Todd Emerson Greenberg 09/12/2025
