Like your breath

Vishnupriya 

Pain is like your breath

as long as you have it

gossamer thin, or a heavy knot.

It is the stench of rot

you push away

when you want to breathe free.

But it is also the love

knowing all that you lost 

without meaning to, a gasp.

And going on walking

when you can’t see the fine line

between reaching and trudging.

You can’t wish it away

It lifts when it wants to.