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?
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Poet: Vynolyn Naidoo
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