Breathing.
To release the doubts, the fears, the tension.
Breathing.
To get so much air I can inhale.
Breathing.
To convince myself I'm okay.

Wind drained my tears.
My thoughts flew away.
I was left alone.
Empty.
Fragile.
Slowly cracking.
Every second till breaking.

The hardest mission is to collect
all the pieces back when that happens.