When you hold your breath for long enough,
When you keep the secrets in long enough,
You forget what it’s like to live without them.
You forget the normalness of rhythmic breathing,
And the freedom of your lungs-
Rising, falling, filling in, letting go.
You forget what it’s like to live without the pain,
Without the angst, without the agony.
She used to feel like thick clouds of smoke
Were clogging her airway.
The smoke has cleared.
And the truth
It lies bare, naked,