Within the walnut shell of my lungs,
I breathe in and breathe out.
It nourishes my soul.
Time has shown me,
My breathing has become harder.
I’m no longer at the top of the mountain breathing in giant gulps of air.
As painful as it is,
My air is running out.
But that’s okay,
I’m still solid and alive; just not in overdrive.
Innes Gregory
