Grief, Trauma, Breath

We sang you've got the whole world in your hands.
Then you took my whole world away.

Her breathing was heavy in the end.
I didn't know. I didn't know it was, the end.

Breathe. Can't catch my breath.
I want to run away to Texas.

Why Texas? I don't know. Maybe because it's the last place I'd ever think of going. As far away from my current reality as I can possibly go.

Grief, Trauma, Breath.
Grief, Trauma, Breath.

We waltz together. One, two, three, one, two, three. Grief, Trauma, Breath. Some beats come down heavy. Most come faster than I am ready for.

I'm just so glad there is a breath.