At the Strand of Nightmares

Breathing

I've been dead for a while now,
Far, far too long.

An atrophied mind is all I have left,
Thoughts,
Memories,
Feelings,
Reason,
All wasted away to nothing.

My hands,
Rotted out from time,
Crossing my sunken chest,
Useless as the rest of me has become.

I sense-

I feel-

Breathing.

A heaving sensation in my chest.
The air had never smelled so sweet.
Breathing.
I can taste it through my nose.
Breathing.
I sense it all over my body.
Breathing.
Alive again.
Breathing.
My body alive-

I've been dead,
Been dead too long.
Breathing the fresh air to make me alive.

I stand up,
Giving thanks for life.
Giving thanks for what is means to be alive.
To feel that feeling again.

Life within me,
From the breathing breaths.

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#analogyfordepression