I breathe Therefore, I Rise

Inhale

the ache, the memory,

the weight of what was.

Exhale

the grip, the ghost,

the need to pretend.

Breath is my anchor.

Breath is my rebellion.

Each inhale: I choose to stay.

Each exhale: I learn to let go.

I am not just alive, I am becoming.

I am not just surviving, I am rising.