(Poem) Breathe

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When we’re born
We
breath
Gasp for air
Into tiny, miniscule lungs
Then we learn the rhythm
Of it
An in and out
Expand and contract
Unconscious mostly
But there
are times
When it’s purposeful
Or all-encompassing
A
slow
draw…
An. Anxious. Staccato.
A LABORED EXHALE
A wh-wh-eeze
An excited gasp!
And we take
This simple
Life
Perpetuating Mechanism
For
Granted
Until one day
We take
our
l
a
s
t

Prompt: Breathe. What would you do with the same prompt? How does this poem change when you read it out loud? Leave a comment or Contact Us to submit your work–you may get a chance to be featured!

Don’t forget to breathe, guys. You got this. You’re fabulous.

(Poem) How High, You Say?

It’s not that we can’t fight
Or forgot how
Not that we’re not strong
Holding up our worlds
Theirs, yours, his, hers
With a smile on our face
And when you say “Jump”
We say “Sure, let me pencil that in”
Mostly happy to oblige
Struggling to keep our heads up
And the water reaches our waist
We shout “Stop! Wait!”
We taste salt
Something suddenly feels wrong
Don’t understand how
This love, this gift, this work
Became tainted
Wrecked
It’s not all our fault
But we cannot pass the blame
It’s a choice, it always is
And sometimes
When we lose the will to fight
We gotta figure out what’s wrong
Send an SOS
Put our pride away
To point at the lump in our throat
Acknowledge its existence
To know
Things may not be the same
Things will shift
We learn to hold the irreplaceable
Instigate the change
To put on our gloves
To float like a butterfly
To sting like a motherfucking bee
To change our life
Find the will
And when you say “Jump”
We’ll already be jumping
To the next stone
One day looking back
At all the stones we’ve crossed
All the fights we’ve fought

This poem was written during a stressful time, when I was going through a period of burnout. I ended up doing what was best for me and taking my self-care more seriously. I’m still at a point in my life where I’m struggling, but I appreciate the ending of this. It’s very me, ever the optimist.

What poem would you write, if you were in a dark place? If you were struggling? Leave a comment or Contact Us to submit your poem with a chance to be featured!

(Poem) Sing oh sing

That melodious tune
I heard it once before
Didn’t know I was listenin’
So I tried to ask for more.

You jumped, surprised
Who am I to impose
But your sweet song
Had me tappin’ my toes.

Turning your head
Took one look at me
Maybe you were scared
Decided to flee.

I wish you could understand
But I’m gibberish to you
So I lied myself down
In the hay and just mooed.

Prompts used: melodious, hay, took. What would you write given these prompts? Leave a comment or Contact us to submit your work–you may be featured!

To poetry or not to poetry? WAIT–YES.

She wasn’t born herself
she found herself
over a long
and treacherous road
and the more treacherous
the road became
the more of
herself
she found.

-Atticus

Work in progress.

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