Breathe

Inhale your strife, so dry and tight-mouthed,
To exhale a triumph, sparking wildfire into every tendon
Every sinewy circuit alive and loud
Extending your branches wide and out towards "heaven"
That's when I saw through the clouds, looking beyond and within... I saw true Light
A spark of fight that was only learned on a stretch of endless nights I called my adolescence
Sharpened my senses, and shed the pretenses of a town too cool for the extraordinary,
Too weary of the curious mind of which they were not familiar,
Questioning a life that was [and always will be] all, but linear
For as I grow and progress, I must also die and digress
Rise and fall again like running short of breath
Yet still I breathe, [even amidst the dry heave]
The thickness in the air is more than what I could conceive
I remain an air warrior, a nomad and priest
See my starving people crumbling to their feet
No, I do not weep for them
I celebrate with them in spiritual feast
Blessed are we who struggle and have felt defeat
For only we can harbor true strength and find our inner peace