I Take a Breath
I take a breath
not because life is gentle,
but because it isn’t.
Because my chest is full
of unsaid things,
and my mind keeps running
like it owes time an explanation.
The breath arrives quietly.
No announcement.
No miracle.
Just air reminding my body
it doesn’t have to stay on guard
every second.
For a moment,
the noise steps back.
Not gone
just far enough
for me to hear myself again.
I exhale
and something loosens.
Not the problem.
Not the weight.
Just the grip
of pretending I’m fine.
Maybe that’s what breathing really is
not healing,
not strength,
but honesty in motion.
A soft way of saying:
I’m still here.
I’m still trying.
I can pause
before I break.
And sometimes,
that pause
is enough
to keep going.
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Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 