Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Breathing Lessons

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I listen to the sound of your breathing,
the rhythmic sound of expansion, contraction—
and try to remember that I must breathe too.
I whisper sweet distractions in your ear
I only hope that you can hear.
Come on and fight—pull yourself free—
rise to the surface, come back to me.
I listen to the sound of your breathing
and try to remember
   that I must breathe,  too

© Ginny Brannan 2015


  1. Oh, this one is plucking my heart strings, my friend. Is this for your husband, Ginny? I hope he's improving.

  2. The ambiguity of this leaves me wondering, who needs to rise to the surface and why? Heart rending. Great job.

  3. This is so tender - so delicately written. I just love it - even though I know it is written from your heart. (I am commenting in June and glad to know things are improving)


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