I'm always ready to go, but never ready to leave.
I find myself in the exact place
I've always wanted to be,
only to be triggered
a sudden despair clocking my ribcage
It creeps up from the same holding places
as the melancholic nights
where the chest grows heavy
and I wonder if I've ever truly
learned how to breathe
Breathing beyond the
involuntary necessity
I want to breathe as the ocean
calls for it's shore
As the red-tailed hawk
skims my mother's lemon grove
rows of saturated citrus
I want to breathe in unison
But the sigh of the leaves
seized to the zephyr
are convoluted by the literature of man
I fear illiteracy
of my favorite passage
one stripped by others
despite the voices,
prayers,
songs
and pleas
to leave it be
