“The Breath of Life” My throat feels dry as a desert, but it feels like I’m drowning. Just when I feel like I’m about to surface, when my chest anticipates the strong salty air and my face awaits the beating down of the sun that dries, it takes me by surprise. The reminder of the reality I try to escape everyday is that same pair of lungs that beg for a breath of air. I try to suppress the feeling when I know it will never go away. My mind desires for it to be lost within the confines of that bottomless pit, where nothing is tangible and real, but my body refuses to submit to the darkness of the currents that pull me in. The mind, the consciousness of my flesh, deceives me. It tells me what I want to hear, but that same, unconscious body of mine, keeps me tethered to the same reason I breathe. He(God) is the reason I breathe. I choose to breathe for Him. And my body reminds me of this every second I get that feeling, that urge to breathe, that same feeling that my mind wants to suppress. So, I kick. I fight for that freedom my body longs for every single day, though my legs burn and ache for rest. For Him.

My throat is as dry as a desert, yet I feel like I'm drowning. Just when I think I'm about to come up for air, as my chest expects the salty air and my face waits for the sun that dries, I'm caught off guard. The reality I try to escape every day is the same lungs that beg for air. I try to ignore the feeling, knowing it will never leave. My mind wants it to be lost in a bottomless pit, where nothing is real, but my body won't give in to the dark currents pulling me. The mind, the awareness of my body, tricks me. It tells me what I want to hear, but my unconscious body keeps me connected to the reason I breathe. He (God) is why I breathe. I choose to breathe for Him. And my body reminds me every time I feel the urge to breathe, the feeling my mind wants to ignore. So, I fight. I struggle for the freedom my body wants every day, even though my legs burn and ache for rest. For Him.