September 3, 2012

Still Breathing

When I awaken
I'm just glad
to be still breathing,
pulling air in,
letting it out
as if my heart
weren't still pounding,
setting me up,
come what may.
I guess I'm still
lost in love,
have no choice
but to keep going,
check to see
if the sun
is still shining,
whether the winds
are still blowing,
if I might still be able
to find my way.