When I breathe, I do not ask, “Is there another breath for me?”
I am focused on the present and that is sufficient—this breath,
an expanding rib cage, a diaphragm pulling and relaxing, and forgetfulness
as I concentrate on just being in this moment before my next exertion.
But no planning is required as I look to the next breath’s future and more
Mama, help me . . . Just let me breathe . . .
With each new day, I do not ask, “Will this be the last sunrise I see?”
I think about “my normal”—going about and doing mundane things.
With no hero plans or lofty goals other than to be alive and in JOY …
Thinking about my children, my family, and a tomorrow—all part of me
But no planning is required as I inhale, looking to brighter days without sorrow
Mama, help me . . . Just let me breathe . . .
Excerpt from the book, ENOUGH “Say Their Names . . .”
