Jeannette Gallagher’s most recent poem to appear here was Jet Crash! Good Friday (January 2013).
Breath
By Jeanette Gallagher
There is such strength
In drawing breath
Knowing where one ends
And the next begins
In drawing breath
Knowing where one ends
And the next begins
To enjoy the comfort
Of the familiar
In loving relationships
You inhale security
Illusion of permanence
Obscures your vision
You forget capricious March
Brings chaotic winds
Loss of love blindsides
Breath becomes erratic
With fear of the unknown
Fate has rained its fury
Grief has done its work
You wake to face your fears
And accept authentic strength
Begins in drawing breath
Not knowing where it ends
A beautiful tribute to loves and losses and to the resilience of women.
And I hope your doesn’t end for many years.
Thank you, Sandy. You understand it so well for having had the experience – we do go on, don’t we? I so appreciate your comment and compliment about the poem.
Such a kind thing to say, Jeanette. I so appreciate your beautiful comment. Thank you.