Sometimes I can’t breathe –
something I can’t control.
Wondering what to do, yearning for the let go
but receiving the hang on.
Learning not all feelings are bad,
or good.
Feelings just are.
Why not make friends –
translations of reasons
are met with responsibility
and the carelessness.
Joining my breath with my heartbeat,
finding depths of understanding
lead to frightening prospects –
while at the same time,
bringing in a steadfast hand.
And the beauty of realizing –
that hand,
is my very own.