and rising at 3am on a wintry night
my quiet tears accompany me
and I see
how still I hold my breath.
Still I need to consciously
help myself just breathe.
When I am slowly breathing out,
I gasp for air.
My heart is warm in my chest,
my hands are cold
my feet are warming
in a mohair rug wrapped around
a sense of some fragility.
What I know and always will,
is I am not alone.
My soul loves me and I love my soul.
I wish my immune system knew,
I am a safe place to land.
I am loving the earth, and all around
nature lifts me to see I truly believe,
I am a peaceful being.
*Who do I want to be?
*What is important to me?
I just must remember to breathe.
I feel I trust my life is much healed,
so I feel much joy in many moments
and most often most days
but why does
my silent breath
fly away?
Birds fly
and breathe
at the same time
I pray I will deeply learn
how to Simply be
like a bird
soaring high in the sky.
I wrote this yesterday, June 18, 2026, in the early morning,
after walking back home from a local coffee bar.
*Questions inspired by Jeremy Hunter PhD, and Sounds True One.
Photo credit: Martin Allen bird photography,
Scarlet-chested parrot, Neophema splendida
June 6, 2026, Australian Geographic Travel online.
Barbara, these new poems continue to reach deep into the heart. As a reader, they make me realize that the most difficult poems must come from a courage to be vulnerable. You bring such honesty in your intimacy with us as you give them to us. The questions that your poems ask, are such important ones. The imagery captures every moment of the questions. Your poetry continues to give you breath, and indeed, it too, 'soars', no matter your challenges. I thank you for them.
ReplyDeleteBlessings to you Anonymous. Your comments deeply warm my heart, and I truly appreciate your support for my simple writing, and so, for my longing to just be sharing my heart.
DeleteWith love and warm greetings, Barbara