How An Inspiration Feels!

Sinking breaths...

As Bodies need rest!

Light breaks sky...As August sighs!

Oh! Let fatigue of our bodies be

For its Pain...Not Suffering!

As time expands its seconds into hours...

Yet! From some higher place

Detached I observe!

For I'm the space that one cannot read; but within the warmness of ones breaths, my tears he feels

As the sky collects all of my pain

& As A River Blue I murmur to thee

For see I've kissed the Blue of my sky tenderly upon thy lips!

Such that you'd know...

How even through ones pain;

An Inspiration feels!

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What would I do without this breath of inspiration that God fills as my days go by weary.

These autoimmune flares last for weeks. They come unannounced, no reason why my body shuts down.

Breathing becomes heavy, leaving me unable to speak, but Gods inspiration through every word, every visual, makes the pores of my skin breathe.

Pain is often ones intimate journey, but there's a beauty when spoken in the language of art it elevates spirit.

Coco resonates with my every feeling. He knows when my breathing gets heavy, it's like I'm aware I've gotta get up & feed him, but the body is not able to move & mind slows down. His sweet nudges & the immaculate ways that both animals & nature flow in the womb of time, helps me keeps going. Yet it's a struggle of its kind with an ailing body, but the soul does seek its window of light.

When you've lived each day in unspeakable pain, you no longer fear death. Yet! You realise there's a space of simply being. Where bodily pains are there, but mind that sinks in pain dies. This space takes you in its womb when the body is draining out, tears automatically stream down, yet you know you are so near to Gods breath that fills you with words of lightening spirit.

You soar while you struggle to breathe & you realise you are more than your body & with the death of your fearful mind, God makes an inspiration out of your story

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Copyright: Meghna/2019