{"id":140127,"date":"2023-09-03T02:18:11","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T06:18:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=140127"},"modified":"2023-09-03T02:18:32","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T06:18:32","slug":"hour-15-deep-breath","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-15-deep-breath\/","title":{"rendered":"hour 15: deep breath"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">It\u2019s time <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">She walks in the room and I\u2019m hanging out <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Books line the wall but I\u2019m just sitting here <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I\u2019m looking almost right at her, and she looks at me too.. <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">but there seems to be something in between. <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Stressed, pale and white like me <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">but there\u2019s something different\u2026<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">She\u2019s not still. I want to help her. <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">She turns her eyes and I count for her, <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">1, 2, 3, 4, one, two, three, four <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6 <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">She counts with me, but sometimes she doesn\u2019t. <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Sometimes she looks in the mirror while she does it and I think<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">It comforts her<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And while I might not always know,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I know she\u2019s trying and breathing when she can. <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">She\u2019s beautiful. <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I hold it all for her when she can\u2019t and I count till she\u2019s back <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">1, 2, 3, 4, one, two, three, four, <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,<br \/>\n<\/span> <span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">It\u2019s time<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">It\u2019s sitting there like a fly on the wall, the sheet<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Waving back and forth\u2013 like a friend from far away <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">A certain nervousness in my stomach, one I really think has been fabricated through words from unaligned energies and pictures in places I didn\u2019t mean to look at <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I do listen, funny enough, but not when it\u2019s staring me down like it is now, <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Though I do try, and so, it\u2019s there<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Waiting for me to enter this blue room and hold it so \u2013 reading the words <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and repeating them in my mind. <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Counting, 1,2,3,4, hold, one, two three, four, <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">exhale, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It\u2019s time She walks in the room and I\u2019m hanging out Books line the wall but I\u2019m just sitting here I\u2019m looking almost right at her, and she looks at me too.. but there seems to be something in between. 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