You tell me to breathe deeply.
You think my breath is shallow
to reflect my personality.
The truth is it’s so hot,
it bakes my lungs to crisps.
One day when autumn
turns to winter,
lungs will cool and I
will deeply breathe.
inspired by day 28, Okay, Breathe, in the Garden of Neuro Institute Poetry Circle, and
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published in Substack:
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