Crossing the road
A large one
At that
Breathing in
The exhaust.

Walking up
The *****
It's the seventh month
Paper burning
Smoke evolving

Past a construction site
Dust and dirt
Drift past
The musty smell
Of gas and saw dust

Past a factory
Past a cement mixer
Past a ******* truck

Each step
Each second
My lung capacity
Gets
Smaller

Smaller

Smaller..

Something's stuck
Between my chest
And throat
Working its way
Up and
Out

Hold it in
Just a few meters
More...

Gulp in
Fresh air
In fully
To the bottom
Of your shoes

But still
Not enough
Makes its way in

Hearts
There are many.

There are those
That are soft
And fuzzy

There are those
That are hard
And cold

There are those
That are cracked
And broken

There are those
That are whole
And warm

There are those
That never
Skip a beat

There are those
That hold
A storm

Every heart,
Differently made

Some of them
Are made of ice,

Some of them
Are made of fire.

Some made up
Of all things nice

Others carved out of
Stone

Treasure your heart
It's more precious
Than gold

Cause sometimes
Some of us
Just have
None

"Mirrors never
Lie"

But

"Perception is
Reality"

And

"What you see in
Yourself
Is what
Matters"

Then where does
Perception
Stop

And

Hypocrisy
Kick
In?

Oh what a revelation.
It was
Right
Under
Your
Nose

I slipped
And
I tripped
And now
I'm not the one
Who's falling
*It's you..

I must thank You
For you have made me
Find
My passion for
Writing
Again

Teeth gritting
Eyes lowered
Jaw clenching

Don't make a sound..

Fingers lock
Arm tighten
Body tense

Don't crush the paper...

Breathe lighter
Slow down
Gentle movements
Light steps

*Don't slam the door...