Let Me Breathe…

As the days grow shorter,

And nights are infinite. 

Tendrils of awe snaked 

the last few leaves of 

my fragile esteem 

fear tendrils suffocate my breath.

Reminisce creeps in like a chill

on the windowsill. 

I got trapped here 

Kept dragging me down 

And through my life 

became a puppet 

It's getting hard to breathe. 

 

Winds cups my hands, 

And wishing me that 

a stray leaf will 

spiral into my life. 

I stretch my arms out 

staring up at the sky

The frost creeping up 

the ivy bridge

Cracked in rough-hewn  

And break all the strings. 

So, I run to the forest 

And stood with the trees 

I heard the wind whispering to me 

Take a deep breath now 

And learn how to breeze your breath.

I'm talking to the willows, 

The elm, and the pine

 And I told them 

a part of my story 

told time after time. 

I told them I never felt

Nearly enough 

I was either 

Too fierce or too weak,

Too Wise or too bizarre.

Then I found 

my surrounding by firs

And lullabies of winds

Taking me with them 

And dance with leaves. 

I sat there for hours

Not wanted to leave peace 

 Ever accurate capture 

what is the feeling of leeway? 

The forest said 

 Just let her breathe…