Here I am, still, with my heart in my hand;

taking the breaths of all these days,

trying to turn them into

just one breath.

I inhale deeply just to find

it comes right back out,

and nothing in my chest is healed,

and nothing in my throat is cleared

when I cough, and, I cough a lot.


I'm supposed to hold my own hands

instead of someone elses.

I'm supposed to love unconditionally,

and i'll want to hold the hands of those I love.

How do you hold more than your own set of hands

at once, and not hold one, or the other, or others and none?

10/05/2006

Author's Note: I have been through so much in the past year and haven't had very many chances to post anything. I'm at a point now where I need to come back, and start writing and posting more poetry. I will try to find the time to read and enjoy all of your poetry as well as post more of my own, now that things are a bit more settled. I love this poem because It's the first poem I've written in about six months, and the feeling is refreshing.

Posted on 10/05/2006
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