Don't Hold Your Breath
I take in a lungful of crisp air
and hold it there.
Foolishly I thought that perhaps,
trapping the breath inside would keep it with me always,
and never would I need to take another.
Foolishly I thought that it would sustain me forever.
But it burned.
It clawed at my chest, attempting to break free.
It ached as if I was killing it,
a wild animal that could take no comfort in captivity.
And in that moment I realized,
that my gripping such a life-giving entity so tightly
would only break it, and suffocate me in the process.
Upon it’s release,
I once again sucked in air.
And let it go,
so in complete continuity
My breath can flow.