respirationA Poem by katieBreathing in toxic fumes Like a pro But without the need Unique in this While others conform, Crave. While consumed with fluidity, a volatile nature Craving to feel small, insignificant To never let another control or mold. Irony, because that craving is control Which molds into a person Who must fit standards. Transcend. Inhale fresh air Remember how change transforms And have confidence in chaos. In chance In risk The risk taken with each breath Toxic or otherwise. Inhaling is just as important as exhaling. © 2010 katie |
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Added on January 11, 2010 Last Updated on January 11, 2010 AuthorkatieAboutI live in Baltimore. This year of my life feels like I am constantly morphing; it is exhausting and exciting all at once. I love learning, feeling alive, writing, and keeping records of my experiences.. more..Writing
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