3. Rise in Every Inhale

Air feels thick, days weigh tight

small steps falter, nothing feels right.


Sun hits the face, gentle and warm

moments linger, calm through the storm.


Inhale, exhale, one soft beat

world is messy, and sometimes sweet.


Nothing’s perfect, but it moves, it flows

breathing slowly, life still grows.


Can the heaviest weight hold the sweetest shows?


😊


Poet: Vynolyn Naidoo


© 2025 Vynolyn Naidoo. All rights reserved. Published online, created with care and passion.





Popular posts from this blog

Holy in disguise (criticism applied)

Avengers

High five! (Psych)