Breathe
And the breathe left my lungs and I tried to explain what it felt like to hold it in fear of crying

She , stuck in her own hurricane of thoughts surrounded by the very same air that was supposed to give her life...it now left her damaged...a bay with broken homes and ***** streets

She kept it in for as long as she could hoping that keeping it in would stop the tears

It didn’t
Hoping letting it out would allow her to breathe again
It didn’t
Maybe if she closed her eyes and let the air out slowly the body wouldn’t notice her living again...it did
I wanted to be someone who turned her breath into a storm of word ...her sentences would then form the lightning that struck in the darkest rooms
Her statements would form  the thunder that shook the evil and well her words would be the rain that cleanses ...instead she still holds her breath hoping and praying to one day let it go