i have four white walls
with scattered pictures
and i am alone. again.
every time i let a breath out
after holding it in so long
i am told that it was wasted.
someone new leaves
and i am left gasping
at the fact o don’t know why.
i don’t know relief
but I like to think i’ll adjust
to the altitude. again.
and therapy won’t be
a weekly rescue breath
from an albuterol inhaler.
and maybe next time i find
someone i breath easily with,
i’ll be their fresh air too.
and we can sigh with ease
knowing we don’t have to
hold our breath alone. again.
Maggie is a newer poet, who is continuously trying to find her voice through her poems. She likes to play around with her style, but generally her work focuses on vulnerable feelings and intimate moments.