I am not a poet

Breathe

If I listen, will you too hear me?
Am I laying down my sword only to be stabbed once again

Are we equal,
Do you see me?
Am I present in the world through your eyes?

The burden of life’s meaningless acts hold me tight in their grips
If I let go can I breathe

Will I long for the torment of the unknowing
Will I reach for the chase
Will I be alone or open to love for the first time

Will you care.

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