Just Breathe

I wrote this in an attempt to describe the inner turmoil I struggled with while preparing for my fathers funeral

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Can I see you once more

Whole, not broken, not ravished.

I’m gut punched, Wretched

You're everywhere and nowhere

An unkind truth, my frantic panic,

deceiving calm, jagged sleep

I remember, sort of,

a deep cleansing breath

I’m fairly certain that the shallowness 

of each breath I take

holds off the pain 

I'm sure Its there,

but deeper

For now I can hold off sorrow  

knowing soon I will need to

Just Breathe.

I'll Miss You Daddy.