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The Span of Time Between Inhaling and Exhaling

July 9, 2019


It's as if for just a second
I can see myself from the outside in
As my eyes float from their sockets
For a moment, I can see.

Balanced on the middle of a tightrope
My heart rests on the beam
Stuck between breathing in
and letting go.

The cornerstone of the bridge is cracked
I know I should get off but
The ancient stone
It held me up for all my life
The guilt is holding me back.

All of a sudden my heart will skip a beat
The pain and the words I've held onto
My lungs will violently burst
And I will lose everything
But I'll be free.

For now,

I'll hold my breath.
Every poem is me in some form.


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  • weirdo


    5 months ago
  • Dani A. Remlap

    This is really good. I love how vivid and evocative this poem is. I adore this. You're becoming a fine poet

    5 months ago
  • RachelMarie

    This was an exquisite poem, and a pleasure to read. One point of constructive criticism I have, the two images of the tightrope and the bridge seems to be a bit jarring, going from one to the other so fast with not a lot of background or detail. I suggest to pick one and develop the imagery more.
    But great work, and keep writing! :)

    5 months ago
  • HerScribes

    I like how you structure your work and evenly choose your words painting a picture as clear as day that evoke so much emotion.

    5 months ago