Starting another blog to record my poems for the year.
Sometimes themes remain the same, because that is what is on the forefront of my mind.
Maybe it is because I know I was very close to death when I had my stroke that returning to honoring the breath has such significance to me - I don't know. But I do know when I become silent and need to create pieces such as this poem, it comes from a place which feels very grounded.
AND THEN I REMEMBERED TO BREATHE.
A weighted blanket of pain.
Returning to nothingness.
No connection, adrift.
Lungs holding life.
And then I remembered to breathe.
Moments, creating memories.
Climbing to see beyond the present.
Just a peek over the edge, holding on.
Forwards, backwards around, through.
Bringing just a little color.
Enough to connect.