The Air That I Breathe

The Air That I Breathe

Breathing tentatively taking in air slowly
Allowing oxygen to travel to the brain
Steadying, remembering 
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


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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.

Published by Christine Bolton

I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

26 thoughts on “The Air That I Breathe

    1. 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.

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    1. 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

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  1. 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.

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    1. 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.

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      1. 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 ☺️💕

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    1. 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. 🥲

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