Breath
Sorrow settles deep within our hearts
when all the world appears to be falling apart
where is the solace
where is the joy
when troubles follow each other
like rocks in avalanche over the cliff
one after the other
we watch the falling and the crashing
unable to help
unable to stop the relentless fall into oblivion.
So what then?
Do we rise like the majestic phoenix
or drown like rats trapped in a cruel bag?
We rise, always,
because, why not?
Breath lives,
and so do we.
Manish Singh Rajput
Wed 5th Apr 2023 15:39
"Breath lives, and so do we." Beautifully written. The sorrows or unsettling of hearts comes unexpected and can be shattering, perhaps what's important is to just to keep on breathing. Thank you for this.