I light a cigarette
and every inhale of
dull, grey, lifeless smoke,
is filled with all
the battles inside my
head that went on
throughout the entire day
It licks my lungs
but I feel it
all around my body
all in my blood
And then I exhale
every little atom of
air that carried some
kind of significance to
how the day went
I do it slowly
so I can watch
the smoke dance in
the stillness of the air
Like my worries are
nothing to worry about
and I have won
the battles of the day

*AA