Tell me again how easy it is to breathe
Remind me once more that the air I borrow is made for me
Because all I know for certain is that I inhale this gift only to return it less valuable than God made it
Is it inevitable that I am less or does my soul simply tarnish too easily;
destined to gift the world a diminished version of myself
Tell me again how easy it is to breathe
Remind me once more that the air I borrow is made for me
In the meantime I’ll just hold my breath and wait for someone else to fill my lungs
Sabrina Escorcio
November 2021
These days I still write, just not as much as I used to. As I tend to write from a a very vulnerable place in my heart where sadness makes its home. So I assume thats a good indication that I am overall in a much better place. ❤️ 🖊