Recover

The tissues and teardrops
that follow heartbreak and hardknocks
are absolutely useless, as far as I can see.
None of that crying
or dramatization can do anything
to help me get back on my feet.
Instead I should pause, think,
and continue to breathe deep.
I can't pick up the pieces
if I'm clutching my chest,
so put all that weeping and wailing to rest!

Lungs

I have to force myself
to breathe occasionally,
like my body breaks down
or forgets how to run and
needs a little push to start
again. It’s like my lungs
are trying to remind me
that while my heart may hurt
sometimes, I will always have
that urge to be alive.







Also a true story.
A friend made a comment one day about how I was sighing so much, which made me realize that I would stop breathing for a bit and then have to take this huge breath to catch up on oxygen.
It's pretty weird.