I’m getting ready to breathe again,
Three year odd after my brain fart
Threw me into limbo.
I’m not sure I remember how
So I’m inching up slow on it
Through the days of the week.
I can feel it building,
Getting ready to exhale,
To let the unknowing stream out of me
Like one of those balloons you let go of
And it flies with wild abandon,
Giving apprehension the raspberries,
Though I don’t plan on deflating.
This new way of being
Will involve inhaling, after all.
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