little breaths

she runs one

just to see the sun smile
just to find a new and quiet start
just to spill the beatings of her heart
to the pavement one slow footpound
at a time.

just one.
just to feel the trees sigh
just to feel her breath move
just to watch the slow groove
of feet with no particular place to go
but here
…………….and here
……………………………………and here.

she measures the morning
in little breaths,
little deaths
of worry and fear
n o t   e n o u g h,
smoothes the roughest edges of her
self in sweat and sky,
kisses her past selves good
leaves them in the dust.

Prompted by Poetic Asides







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2 Responses to little breaths

  1. Shawna says:

    I completely get this. As long as she has a new one at the ready.

  2. erbiage says:

    I feel that pressure Of not enough All the time…

    Sent from my iPad

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