Breathe

Breathe. Breathe, love,
and feel the air as it goes.
This is real.
This is life.
This is you.

If you only knew how precious...

How did you forget?
How could you forget?
How did they make you forget?
They painted you up,
wrapped you in cardboard and cellophane,
set you on the shelf till closing time.
But I see that look in your eye.
You haven't forgotten, not quite,
not yet.

Don't you know you're alive?

And though I'd tell you what I think,
I doubt you'd care to hear.
But breathe. Feel the blood,
warm in your veins,
feel your arms, your legs, and
the hair past your shoulders.
So simple as that.
So real as that.
So lovely as that.

Shadows are the things of the mind...

So breathe, and feel your beating heart.
So breathe, and feel the warmth you give.
Oh, why do you so doubt yourself?
There's no need.
You are enough, and more than enough.
Show yourself a little kindness, please,
like you would for the others?

Breathe, and remember...