Somedays I feel the air is unwelcomed
in my lungs-as if to say:
stop breathing
you're not welcomed here
in this world
but still
compassion spins from the wreck as if to say:
keep turning, find the center
all is not lost, the purpose
is in the pain.
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 4:57 PM UTC
Somedays I feel the air is unwelcomed
in my lungs-as if to say:
stop breathing
you're not welcomed here
in this world
but still
compassion spins from the wreck as if to say:
keep turning, find the center
all is not lost, the purpose
is in the pain.
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