The Current

Pressure rising

bubbling under the fragile surface

words bouncing off 

darkened faces

Shallow, quick 

desperate breaths

Gaze holding

Hands busily twisting

wheels and wishes

Gratitude rising

Peace blossoms

Luxurious air 

travelling inwards

Panic erupting

clutching, grasping

hoping for the swell of 

pain to abate

Breath ceasing

body tightening

Reminders to let fate

take hold

stop fighting

just breathe

This post is part of the Five Minute Friday writing challenge. Each week I join with this talented group of writers, free writing for five minutes in accordance with a prompt. Today’s prompt is ‘breathe’. 

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