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    Wayne Gray
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Wayne's Poems - 12. Just Breathe

I watch,
aware, knowing.
It comes.

White-capped,
the shadow falls.
Arms out.

I rage.
Louder than all,
a roar.

The crash,
dark roiling wave.
Lungs burn.

I'm still.
Eyes up, waiting -
to breathe.

I'm fine. I just wanted to get this out.
Thanks.
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1 hour ago, Wayne Gray said:

Thanks, Parker.

There seems to be a lot of hurt going around.  This is how I feel when I'm in the midst of it.  We know it passes... but until it does sometimes all we can do is wait.

I think you’re right 

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I love the form of this poem. The three lines per stanza, the repeated syllable count. It adds weight to your message, I think. 

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4 minutes ago, Thorn Wilde said:

I love the form of this poem. The three lines per stanza, the repeated syllable count. It adds weight to your message, I think. 

Thanks, Thorn.  It's either rhyme, syllable count, or structure for anything I write.  I need a guidepost of some sort to keep me on track when I write these.  I'm glad you liked the one I picked.

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I like the three line stanzas. I thought first of nightmares; second of anxiety. I also liked the words you chose and the feelings they portray. Thanks.

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4 hours ago, Wayne Gray said:

Thanks, Parker.

There seems to be a lot of hurt going around.  This is how I feel when I'm in the midst of it.  We know it passes... but until it does sometimes all we can do is wait.

Yes -- it's like a stormy day; you know the storm will end and the sun will come out again, but getting through the storm itself can still be a struggle.

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15 hours ago, JeffreyL said:

I like the three line stanzas. I thought first of nightmares; second of anxiety. I also liked the words you chose and the feelings they portray. Thanks.

Hey, Jeffrey.  Thanks for commenting.

Anxiety and depression are what I had in mind when I wrote it.  Lucky are those who don't suffer from these... who have never felt them.  I have.  I know.  I'm lucky, as my trials are very infrequent.  I'm thankful in a way... because it allows me empathy for those who truly suffer.  Anyone who lives with depression and/or anxiety daily and functions... well, they're stronger than I could ever manage.

Of course, there are periodic trials too.  All of us have those.  The poem works for that, just as well.  Maybe even better.

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14 hours ago, Fae Briona said:

Yes -- it's like a stormy day; you know the storm will end and the sun will come out again, but getting through the storm itself can still be a struggle.

Hi Fae.

Yeah.  There are these peaks in the waves coming at us, and they crash over.  There's nothing we can do about them coming.  All we can do is wait them out... wait until the water recedes a bit, snatch a breath when we can, and endure the next one.

But all storms end.  Knowing that helps.

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5 minutes ago, MichaelS36 said:

I agree with, tim.   It is a good poem.  I'm glad you can write it out. 

Thanks, Mike.

Depending on what's going on, there's no not writing... if that makes sense.

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'To show power, to speak volume, one doesn't require gazillion words.' 

If this above mentioned fact 👆 needs any standard example, your poems can serve the purpose well.

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