Breathe.
Settle yourself.
Try to understand.
We were meant to love.
And if we can not love, then we were meant to try to love.
And failing that we were made to breathe.
And try again.
-Sean Critchfield
This is the product of an exercise. I was instructed to grab the 7th book on my shelf, turn to page 7, and use the 7th line as my first line. The poem was restricted to seven lines.