The breath of fear is twice touched.
Once by the winds of belligerence
Which speak out to those ravens of terror
Whose flight no weapons can hunt
Twice grasped by a shaken spirit
Which refuses to sleep as I  cannot exhale
Because that inhale is throughout the chest
And I cannot relax until it comes back to the heart.
Maybe the solution is not breath
But the waters
Because it is in the dampness that this breath is put where it belongs.
So I can arrive to the place I am supposed to be
Even if those waters are only in my eye.