The Air That I Breathe
Breathing tentatively taking in air slowly
Allowing oxygen to travel to the brain
Words form on quivering lips and the sound
of a shaky voice fills the dark and vacant room
Coming slowly at first but as air
is taken deep into lungs
The monochrome space becomes technicolor
and I am muzzled no more
Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
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Sarah is hosting D’Verse Poets tonight and she has promoted us with the
four elements, Fire, Air, Water and Earth.
There is something a bit scary going on here. A hospital room?
Thanks Sean. That’s a thought. She is a prisoner in her own life. Whether it’s her marriage, or her culture, she has no voice. Her words have been stifled for so long. 🥲
I love the ending Christine. There is life, freedom and hope there.
This comment is from Grace.
This comment is from me – Grace.
Thank you Grace. Ive been trying to respond to your post and was getting annoyed with the Anonymous thing 😕. Your poem reminded me of Mother Nature herself. It was so lovely. Please accept this as my comment ☺️💕
This reminds me of how God breathed life into us. Enjoyed your take!
Thank you so much ☺️
Like coming back from the (almost) dead.
Yes, like a rebirth. ☺️
I read your title and started humming that old song by The Hollies! I found myself breathing in slowly as I read the poem and felt the relief you expressed in the final lines, Christine.
Thanks Kim. I was thinking about the many who feel they have no voice. Either their thoughts are not respected or they are forcibly kept silent. Yes that song is so beautiful. I’ve always loved the Hollies.
Love how you ended it, Christine. ❤️
Thank you! ☺️
I love the way you’ve ended your poem.
Thanks Sadje! ☺️❤️
I love that ending, like the sun rising.
Thank you Sarah. Yes! ☺️💕
This is a little dark, but ends on a redemptive note. I loved the sense of rebirth or renewal running through this piece.
Thank you Nitin. Yes, I know it was dark, but you understood it. It was about someone whose voice was never heard. She was regarded as worthless, with nothing anyone wanted to hear. But she found her voice and she was born again
Wonderful piece 👏
Thanks Chris ☺️
You are welcome 😀
Your post reminded me of this old song, Christine.
Oh I definitely stole the title Jim. I chose the prompt Air and it was perfect for what I wrote 🤣. At least I didn’t plagiarize the song. It was always a favorite.