Breathe in, breathe out. Not deep enough to count
as a satisfying exchange of air.
Weight in my chest too easy to amount
as nothing more than a neglect of care.
I’ve been here before. I know all too well.
Hope for release snatch’d by Darkness’ lure
that promises freedom from His jail cell
and offers vengeance as the only cure
to lessen the sting of the aftermath
that lingers like petrichor after rain
or the imprint of boots on a dirt path.
Return to a state I cannot attain
is what makes me try for one more deep breath.
To trust in Peace that offers life for death.