cold feet
bundled tightly
with the hopes
and dreams
of those
who once
believed

i am no longer
of this
classification

i know
now
that there is
something -
someone
that i am meant
for -
someone that
i am meant to
keep breathing for

cramped hands
shake with relief
from
no longer
grasping air
so tightly
with no reprieve
or reason
at all

is this how
we
are all meant
to live

somewhere in this
too-tightly
packed chest
of mine
there is a new conductor
steering us to
safety

the only question
though
that still remains
is

are these
new tracks tread
by me
or the person
i cannot
tame