With the week I just had, I needed to re read this and thought perhaps, you do too.
Sometimes I notice I am holding my breath,
And feel myself exhale.
A simple measure of relief,
Making my mood less pale.
This breath I seem to hold inside,
Is full of life and hope,
Anxious to make its way in the world,
Becoming my means to cope.
As the air moves across my lips,
I release the internal tension.
Oxygen soon becomes my elixir,
Each breath rolls into my pension,
Of tranquility and ease,
Companions in my quest,
To bring strength and balance,
To moments I claim my best.
The permission to allow myself,
To just let it all go.
With every exhale an inhale is gifted,
No matter how fast or slow.
I remind myself with these simple breaths,
My emotions need not be so taxed,
For the key to living this life of mine,
Is to Regroup, Reframe, and Relax.