To be lost in airway stops—
Longing for a full breath,

A full exasperated reveal of
The self—

Some may not bat an eye
While the splendor ponders

On a shelf requiring new
Brackets made stronger
Than what came in the box.

Display the truth, proud—

Whatever breath may be
Bottled

Will not rattle when shoes
Scamper by.

To fill the mounted board
With the exhales endured,

The inhales held too long—

Some may find the
Truthfully raw display

Breathtaking.