It’s Kind of Comforting (Poem)

Sometimes, it’s kind of comforting, to just hold your breath for as long as you can

Breathe in

 

Breathe out

 

 

 

Breathe in

 

 

 

Breathe out

 

 

 

Breathe in

 

 

 

 

Breathe out

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sometimes, it’s kind of comforting, to just hold your breath for as long as you can

As you feel that tightness form in your chest

Your heart refuses to rest

As your mind races, panicking

As you have to make a concerted effort not to open your mouth

Forcing it shut

Refusing that air

Determined not to give in

Fighting your body, make it do what you say

Trying to assert control over your basic needs

Trying to show you can control this

Feeling the light fade as darkness surrounds you

Feeling it shake and shudder as it falls away

 

GASP!!!!

 

Breathe in

Breathe out

Breathe in

Breathe out

Breathe in

Breathe out

 

Breath in

 

Breath out

 

 

 

Breath in

 

 

 

 

Breathe out

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There’s something comforting as you gasp for air, be it conscious or not

That breath always comes

You can’t stop it

And that’s comforting to know

 

No matter the hurt

No matter the pain

No matter how badly you might want to world to fall to darkness and take you with it

No matter how much you want to escape

Your body will always gasp

 

You’ll always fight for that one last moment of life

You’re a fighter, you always were

Not even the strongest desire to die can override that one last gasp for air

Searching and hoping to find another mouthful, another lungful of life

We all want to fight, to live, to keep pushing onward

We all want to feel, to find, to try one more time

It’s an impulse we can’t consciously overrule no matter how hard we try

 

 

 

And that’s kind of comforting