Breathe

There are instances…

Moments that will have you questioning yourself right to the very core,

And you will ask yourself,

“Who am I?”

“What’s my truth?”

You will question your merit in order to gauge your worth.

There are mornings that will be heavy…

It will seem that the world is against you waking up,

And gravity will pull you back into bed,

Have you tossing and turning all the while asking yourself,

“Why is my life a mess?”

“Is there a way to escape?”

You will wander inside your head – wondering when does it really ever end.

There are days…

Good-hair days, clear-skin days, beautiful sunny days,

When both your mind and piss will be as clear as can be,

And you will be on top of the world,

Sitting pretty – a vision of beauty,

You will ease into your skin,

Show the world your teeth,

Finally be at peace from within.

There’s a time…

A time when life will be slow,

You will take your time to actually live – truly feel,

And you will be present in the moment,

You will bear witness to your existence – your journey,

And you will dance to the music by yourself,

You will fall heavily in love with the person you are,

And you will breathe dear child,

You will tell yourself,

“Thank you.”