you wait for it to come
that aching feeling,
that sinking feeling
like waking up
after running a marathon
you didn’t train for;
like all the ocean is
in your lungs
but then you take a breath
another one, another one
until all of the sky is
in your lungs
and after a very, very
long winter
of bitter snow and
frostbitten feeling
the sun hits you
just barely
just enough to turn
your skin a shade
of golden
and everything
is okay
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
you wait for it to come
that aching feeling,
that sinking feeling
like waking up
after running a marathon
you didn’t train for;
like all the ocean is
in your lungs
but then you take a breath
another one, another one
until all of the sky is
in your lungs
and after a very, very
long winter
of bitter snow and
frostbitten feeling
the sun hits you
just barely
just enough to turn
your skin a shade
of golden
and everything
is okay
this is a custom poem written for a giveaway winner.
