Breathe, when thunder questions how long you can hold your breath............
Breathe, when thunder questions how long you can hold your breath When clouds bring you to remember all of your mistakes You will find inspiration, a drop of water to quench your thirst The light in your eyes will shine as calmness you remake
Breathe, when your mind loses touch with the static of your energy When there seems to be no lantern to light your way You will begin to paint that picture of a sun which shines again Watching joy run happily through the halls of your day
Breathe, when no happiness can you seem to ever find in your heart When everything makes you feel worn down and hungry You will begin to feel better in knowing that all hope is not lost Roses will bloom, in the grand design, of your victory
Breathe, when you cannot remember the lessons you have learned When all you can think about are the wolves at your door Soon, your spirit will find comfort in a quiet solace there at play Wondering what you were ever holding your breath in for
I enjoyed this piece immensely; I have always looked to the origins of words. My mother was an English major and one of the things I often heard was dealing with the origins of words. I look at the word "Inspiration," and from the Latin it literally means to bring breath in. To be fully inspired is to breathe in fully; no matter what the question, breathe is the answer.
Simply inspired write.
This poem should be recorded and put on mp3 players to get people through those tough runs. This poem can get us through all sorts of tough situations in life. I am inspired by your confidence and heart. How could things not turn out when you have this kind of faith backing you up?
I think my favorite stanza was the last one. I love this poem. Favorite. And we all need to learn to breathe when life is bad. Make life like your lungs right? In with the good, out with the bad.
I will remember to breathe the next time I need to come back to my senses. This was a different kind of poem for you, :) I liked the part when you wrote: When all you can think about are the wolves at your door.....................
Only to remind us that there is peace in our solace!
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