Serenity
Wash over me
In the midst of an internal conflict and a deafeningly loud silence echoing within these walls of sticks of bones covered in flesh--my internal hollow
I watch the sun rise from between the pulpits of a mosque, and I breathe
A breath of fresh air
And I inhale, the toxic tobacco and nicotine I seem to adore for the time being, and the rhythm of my thoughts thump through my ears like a sedated heart begging to beat

In this catastrophe of an existence
This prison of a body imprisoning a soul
For a second so brief, I no longer hover over myself
But within and beneath
The birds chirping brings me peace and I breathe
A breath of fresh air
Despite the times that have plagued me with sorrow, I do not wither in this moment
I watch the sun rise, once again, and the birds chirp as they travel outside their dens
And a cold breeze
It brings me peace... and so I breathe

Serenity wash over me, in this holy morning
I gather myself at dawn in hope that by dusk I shall not *******; I shall not falter; I shall not grieve
A breath of fresh air
And a melody of delight
And my shadow
And me
I breathe