Taking it in

When did breathing get so hard.

My lungs expand part way before they catch on something.

I know I’m getting enough air to live, but I don’t feel like it’s enough to live.

It feels like a heavy blanket dragging my chest down every time it tries to rise.

I am gasping for air even though I know it’s right there.

It’s everywhere but inside me.

I can see it on a flower, on a quivering leaf, in a ray of sunlight, in you, in her.

Everywhere but inside me.


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