Ohh to breathe

To breathe,
and then to feel the sequential air,
circulating until, finally
it reaches my stuffy,
cluttered head,
and relieves me from this thinking:
of dilemmas,
of loves,
of lusts, and stress's,
and of griefs,
and of change.
change which was created to divide us,
to pick apart the seams,
until some fall down the cracks,
the cracks of time
which limit who we are,
until we are so denatured,
we wouldn't recognise the I
we grew up with and changed from
if they walked past us,
whilst going down the street.

the air circulates,
until the point
at which it slows my heart beat,
and stops the shakes,
removing the energy,
winding me up so tight,
it escapes
and my mind deflates
released in a gasp
which leaves my body,
strangely flaccid,
compared to its normal rigid state
this moment,
is mere weakness,
i should cry,
but no tears come,
they are for the privileged,
those,
lucky enough,
to recognise their fears
while i
i
am
simply
a
prime
example
of cowardess
and failure