Monday, January 26, 2009


Waiting to exhale –
How foreboding is my mortality
that I hold on to it with every breath I take
as I refuse to succumb to the inevitability of demise
and yet my lungs burn for the relief of release.
My ribs crack as my lungs burst that my heart explodes
within these depths of unfathomable darkness
thus I close my eyes as I seek the light of your love
might you assure me it’s safe
- To just breathe.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

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