It feels hard to breathe — when you’ve been punched in the heart.
Trying to catch a breath, salt water rushes in and falls from your eyes. Blurred vision — conjures up a mirage of what you thought was life. Reaching out to touch some trace of it, your hands come up empty — filled with nothingness.
What is this? What is happening!
This is lonely despair, here to mock you once more — you become the punchline to its unfunny joke. Another hit, this time — ripping through the solar plexus.
Disoriented and intoxicated, maybe you are punch drunk now. Maybe, this is it for you too — maybe this is the final blow — a life TKO.
Right now — It feels so hard to breathe.
In mid moment, our beloved — breathes a final breath.
You ask the Universe to give them just one more, then maybe another — just one more chance at life. But you already know, there will be no answer — now that the sun has already set.
Everyone will be called home — eventually.
The moon rises, reluctantly — you kiss yesterday good night.
You may be barely breathing, but the beat in your chest — signals life coursing through you. You are tasked to do the most natural thing in the world — in moments filled with devastation, just keep breathing — somehow.
Here you are once more, giving everything you have to give to this grieving and breathing — grieving and breathing — grieving and breathing. This. Is. Life. As futile as it can seem, survival is instinctive — and everybody is recovering from something sometimes. We fight til the end, we’re only human.
After all, you know the sun will rise again. So you breathe, for perhaps — just one more chance to feel it.