Faye Hotchen - Breathe
I absolutely LOVE what Margi is doing with this. I often visit the Warrior Talk page when I am having a low moment and it always uplifts me so much. Thank you to Margi for starting and creating it.
I hope you all like my poem!
As a child that has grown
Am I entitled to any less?
Have I lost some of the Rights of Birth
Some of the value of my core self
As I have lost my innocence with my youth?
Am I now but an empty shell
A broken record, a cliché
A dead horse beaten too many times
‘Forever’ is shorter than advertised
And perhaps ‘always’ has a loophole
Am I once again the exception
To the universal rules? All but one,
The one being me.
Must I work, slave away
To an invisible master to earn my keep?
Am I but a boarder in this life
Landlord’s hand outstretched
Awaiting my long overdue rent?
No longer welcome, I travel as a nomad
With the wind at my front.
One step forward, three steps back
I am pulled under
Once again I succumb to the riptide
Underwater, I cannot breathe
But the thrashing tide taunts me
Underneath would be so peaceful
Deep enough there are no waves
A tsunami would but stir the sand
My will falls weak and I begin to sink
Numbed by the calm of the sea.
But wait! I cannot breathe down here
A home for me? That was a lie
I remember I must fight to breathe
As I kick my legs, remember my body,
My only companion in this war
Tempted to stay below the waves
I glance once more at my feet.
The floor of the ocean, calm as it seems,
Is no longer my destination.
I know how to swim, I remind myself
And begin to rise from the depths
No longer expecting a restful tide,
I emerge from the water
Kicking my legs, treading the sea,
I breathe. I choose to breathe.