A Poem: Gasping for Breath

I can’t see myself when I look in the mirror

But, I know who’s there and I don’t care

I’ll look the same as before.

Just worse.

I can’t hear myself when I shout at the sky

I haven’t found my voice, but that was my choice

When I told myself ‘goodbye,’

Voice hoarse.

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Sometimes at night when I hear the wind blowing

I wish it was cold out, and that it was snowing

So I’d have a reason to keep warm.

If you stay very still, you can hear my heart beating

Be careful though, it’s so close to breaking

Don’t let it fall on the floor.

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Sometimes I wonder if smiles get old

Will you still be smiling when you are this old?

Not old like I am, but old as in dying

When you say you’re fine, but really, you’re lying.

I can hold my breath longer than you can

But I can’t hold it as long as my sister can

I might keep holding it, almost to death

And while you are laughing, I’ll still be gasping for breath.

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Leah, thedragonflynet