I breathe
I breathe.
In and out,
long, extended inhales,
purpose-filled exhales,
meant to centre
and restore focus
in the chaos.
I breathe.
The rhythm matches
the music in my ears.
My lungs using muscle memory
and auditory stimulation
to allow my focus
to explore my present work.
I gasp,
forgetting to breathe
amidst the stress
and sudden shock.
My body fights
for it’s most basic need
in the chaos of my mind.
I force my breath,
in and out,
renewing my body
and mind,
restoring the cycle,
that brings life,
and peace.
your turn
Does your breathing go through cycles?
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