Friday, October 17, 2014

POETRY - Art Is Breath

Art Is Breath

Art is breath.
My lungs take baby steps,
tiny breaths of fear.
It feels right, good.
Air in
words out.
Deeper breaths
fear replaced by joy.

Oxygen to my mind
thoughts quicken
my fingers trembled.
I pick up the pen.
The lace that I draw
words today
tangles tomorrow
the line that turns
to a leaf, a flower.

I thank my God
for breaths today.
For the thoughts
he gives me.
For the words that
tumble from my mind
to my pen, my lips.

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