BREATHE

This poem screams what I feel now....

I can not breathe or see with all of these layers that can not filter but what breath I have got left that's choking me. I have tried to hang on but LIFE keeps playing that same damn song my ears are bleeding from hearing it prolonged. I know I am strong but how much hanging on can I take before I break and fall down this pit ready to partake of my soul cold. These plans, these dreams, once pure, have become unclean. I want to LIVE not just EXIST day to day, day after day, just taking up space. I want to be productive, not destructive of my own mind, body and soul from a sedentary role forced upon me from this hell hole called financial dysfunction, financial destruction of so many lives, they try, we try, I try, just to be denied over and over and over again, losing friends, losing my mind, losing time, for there is no end, no comprehension of what can not be reached within my grasp. I WANT TO BREATHE, not just take breathes, demonstrative tasks without the mask of pretentious lies of saying everything is just fine but deep down inside I am praying for hope and miracles to arrive just in time. I can not BREATHE and I must take a breath in deep, to keep me from falling to my knees. A comprehensive deed does not keep me. A demonstrative good intention leaves out misconceptions. I WANT TO BREATHE, not just take breathes, I WANT TO LIVE, not just exist, exceeding in productive bliss, being kissed by the sweet tender lips of Life. Dear Lord, resuscitate me, my spirit, my soul has grown old, renew me. I want to breathe clearly, LIFE to others, I want to live Life in complete fulfillment according to God's plan. Lord let me BREATHE, let me LIVE, take these destructive burdens from me. Breathe, Live, see, be, free. ©2008 ~*deepoet*~Dawnmarie Rodriguez

Author's Note

to be read like spoken word

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Brilliant. A fierce cry to rise above the simple existence so many are mired in. I would echo your emotion:
To your simple existence, do not boast;
merely to breathe or move or think is not to live.
The shore of the sea is but a ghost,
compared to the depth its wholeness gives.
You exist in the miry foam;
make the ocean depths your home.

[PureSyn]

Read this aloud Dawn...and felt the power and spirit in your words. I really love this one! Great!!

Nicole