I have taken many breaths,
some deeper than others.
I have closed my eyes
many times to feel alive.
Eyes closed, chest out,
I inhale and exhale pain
that fills the stale air.
Sometimes, I wish I didn’t
care or think so much.
Sometimes, I notice that
my breath takes me away
to a place deep inside.
In my life, I have taken
many breaths and I hope
to take many more.
The air cures my pain.
Now, I count my breaths
because I do not know
how many breaths remain.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 
Very beautiful. The form is smart too, the way it is read is like taking turns inhaling and exhaling.
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Thanks much. I appreciate you taking the time to read it ☔🎭🤠
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Sure thing! ^^ Keep the poetry coming!
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Brilliant 🖤
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Thanks 🤍
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No problem! 👍🖤
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