Breathing
I’m building a white bed frame on my own today
To prove to myself that I can
I enjoy finding situations
To show myself I am indeed, independent
And some days, I have to remind myself I like it
And others, it feels as natural as breathing in
A wonderful and benign thing
Like my cat, raisin, climbing into my shoulder
As I write
I stopped writing for months when he left
My muse was out of reach
In the last two weeks, the words have come back home
And we enjoy each others company
I thought, “I need to write again”
And so it came to be
To attract the flow I read and journal
I listen to poetry
I did not feel well with myself in the last couple of weeks
Participation felt forced and I was more irritable than I have been before
I was afraid we were losing our touch
Reluctant to continue
But it’s the power of words that healed us
A simple conversation
An unexpected remedy
It brought us back in harmony
And it manifests as naturally as breathing out
dear abigale 