"I breathe" I crave my thoughts I long to roam I mourn the body I've called home I miss my smile I miss my friends I miss attending Fun events I long to write I ache to read I mourn my mind’s Lost complexity I long to swim They miss the key I mourn the mum I wished to be I miss the cows I miss the boots I miss the meadows And my roots And I breathe... I miss my family And humanity And the fantasy Of financially Independently wishing sanity And a gravity That isn’t captivity Not an analogy But brutality Rising agony Because the hospitality Of the mentality That brings casualty And normality To this brutality Of depravity, Loss of capacity, Is in reality A communal mortality. And I breathe... I long to run I ache to think I mourn being A missing link I want to help I want to give I mourn knowing How to fully live I miss the world I long to see My own reflection I mourn me ...And. I. breathe. #MECFS #Longcovid

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Some poets Live in the Ocean Love in the Ocean Breathe under water And flutter gently deeper Like birds flying beneath Leagues of Miles of. Vast expanses of Water These are the Poets of Truth They walk with kisses Of the Muse Their minds are misshapen By life's cruelty But perhaps Hope lays in their hearts And they bear witness And collect amruta For those who come To their feet To drink From their cups Overflowing Other poets seem less alive Not yet engulfed By the Spirit of Poetry They may attempt A phrase unmastered A word beyond ther grasp Desperate similes Metaphors with excessive force Excessive repetition When twice is enough To make a point Loud as twins Being born And placed on A Mother's breast Come and be One With the Spirit of Poetry