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A Breath At Last

 


I stayed wide awake, so the monsters that lurk
Stayed at bay in the shadows, away from the work.
Lived like the world spun solely on me,
That if I faltered, it all would break free.
Saving everyone, everywhere but here—
Until my body whispered, let me breathe, my dear.

And when I tried to voice this ache,
Every word met with a subtle shake—
"What even happened? Why do you dwell?
See her and him; they’re doing well."
They speak of forward, but I’m in reverse,
Caught in the pull of a buried curse.

How could I move, when chased by it all,
With memories that rise and voices that call?
If only my mind could unclench and release
The images haunting me, denying me peace.

Lost in my fantasies, I felt alive,
Where imagination and dreams could thrive—
Unchained and unclaimed, untouched, unknown,
A sanctuary carved where I was my own.

So now, for a while, a hermit I’ll be,
Letting my mind and body breathe free.
I am learning to pause, to let the world spin,
To find solace within and start fresh again.

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