Exhaling.

 She sat down

In the bosom of the sun

In the rough arms of the trees

And she exhaled

For the first time in

Days

Months

Weeks

Years. 

As stale air left her heavy lungs

She closed her eyes

And opened her heart. 

Her spirit sprung to life

Roared with reckless abandon 

And kissed her on the cheek. 

So she sat for a long while

And exhaled

Exhaled

Exhaled

Some more. 

 

 

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