This Breath. {poetry}
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This breath
Has been caught in this chest
Wrapped in the roots of my lungs
Like fine wire stretched too taut
Tangled in words never spoken
But powerfully thought
This breath
Has trickled down my fingertips
Spent over echoes reflecting in the ripples
Of every wish whispered through these lips
This breath
has frozen in a storm of violent colors
Bruise purple and blood-red, stripped
From the heart
That fought a losing war
This breath
Has danced in the midnight breeze
Mingling with the wind as it caressed the leaves
This breath
Has echoed against raindrops
Holding unspoken dreams
As it drifts to the sky
Floating in vision, dissipating as steam
This breath
Has held the deepest of love
Trapped in the structure of bones
Aching to be released
To rise above
This breath
Has shivered in the cold reality of words unheard
And struggled to break the chains
Of silence in an abused world
This breath
Has fallen in love
With the steady pulse of a gaze
And leapt with joy as lips connected
On the most unassuming, perfect day
This breath
Has sailed across the curves of a silhouette
Tracing every scar and imperfection
Committing each groove to memory, to never forget
This breath
Has been ripped from its home
Leaving trails in a flurry of snow
This breath
Has pleaded with time for a handful of moments
And carried a conviction
Unshakeable and relentless
This breath
Has paused in question
as the colors deepened in their hue
As the lights got brighter,
And this body heavier,
This breath has paused to hold the final view.
This breath
Has saved the world in the heart of a soul
Too tired to hold on, too stubborn to let go
This breath
Has jumped back in
To continue the life in this skin
To continue to speak, and whisper
And laugh, and sing
This breath
Has steadied as a bellow to a forge
To keep this meaning burning
A steady drive to learn more
To expand and understand
To reach out these battered, paint-stained hands
This breath
Has carried me
Through so many journeys
So many battles
So many moments that have no words
To be spoken
This breath
Has loved and carried this body
No matter how broken
And this breath
No matter how thin or shaken
Will continue to swell
With every inhalation
Another sound
Another word to be spoken
To reach out
To another soul who feels broken
To remind them to breathe
To take another moment in their time
To take another step
To write that next line
Because without the coursing river
Echoing through our lungs
Without these words to sing our songs
To weave our rhymes
To kiss the stars
At the corners of smiles
We wouldn’t truly be alive.
This breath
Has held me
Carried me
Through endless storms of being
It sings
It roars
And whispers
When my throat is too hoarse
And this breath
Is my breath
And it
Is yours
To breathe.
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Heather Climer is an amalgamation of stars and pixie dust, in never-ending motion through the range of human emotion, striving for conscious evolution. She believes in hope, in love, and in you. She’s learning how to be splendidly imperfect, and strives to help others do the same. She feels the sound and color from every shape, and breathes it through her paintings, her writings, musings, and her guitar. She can be found climbing trees, puddle-stomping, or whispering to the fairies that pass by her patio at 3 a.m.
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