38 Years Of Breathing

Until the ex-piration

Photo by Olia Nayda on Unsplash

I feel the air
diving in my body
touching my thoracic diaphragm
and coming up.

It’s like
my lungs are not enough
for it.
It needs to go deeper.

In me,
it is embraced
by the other three elements
of nature.

My flesh
includes “soil” and water.
My heart
is fire.

Inhaling-exhaling;
a repeating route
that makes the sense of life
perceived.

38 years
of non-stop breathing;
a tireless reminder
of the fact that the earthly “me” lives.

I don’t know how long it’ll last.
So, I wholly feel the “now”,
until my respiratory system
becomes past.

^^^

Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives