30/30: day seventeen - breathing room

the prompt for day seventeen asks for a rhyming poem. I don't do rhyming, so I'm going to just go off the cuff...

breathing room

all I want
is breathing room.
space enough
so that
with each inhale
my lungs can
bring my rib cage
up and out.
space enough
to let the breath go
and not feel it slap
me back
in the face.
space enough
around me
to step
with confidence
into anything,
into everything.

1 comment:

Devadeva Mirel said...

rhyme no. rhythm yes.