The Breaths of Life

by Renee   Jul 8, 2005


I inhale those memories
afraid to let go
So I hold my breath
because choking on my past
seems easier then exhaling the unknown into a cold world,
Where I'm unsure if theres enough air,
atleast enough for one more memory,
enough to make another past.
Afraid that each breath of the present I take may become my last.

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  • 18 years ago

    by undying blusher

    no prob...just tried to help avoid confusion....I am pretty easily confused...anyways, this poem really is great.

    xxx

  • 18 years ago

    by ღ Christina ღ

    Interesting poem! 5

  • 18 years ago

    by Kris Lynn

    Wow...that was deep. A poem like that makes people stop and think! It made me stop and think.....

    Great job...

    ~*~Christina~*~

  • 18 years ago

    by Renee

    Yea, that is what I meant. Thanks for pointing that out. and thanks for commenting!

  • 18 years ago

    by undying blusher

    short but pretty incredible. lovely.

    "Afraid that each breath of the present I take my become my last."

    I think you mean "...I take MIGHT (or may) become my last"

    Anyways, I like it.

    xxx

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