Breath
The the world is created,
I am manifested on the face of the sea
I separate, yet I make one.
As one gives, one takes
Infinite without a mistake
Soul purpose to life, heavy, yet so light.
In great tragedy, I am able to bring strife
Deep, yet very clear.
In the hearts of the dark and the pure
No matter how far, but always near
May bring comfort or pain
No matter how you take me, I am always the same
Sway, Lean, Flow
Can never be seen but you may always know
In joy or sorrow, one is never promised to have me tomorrow.
About the Creator
Alphonso Gowah
Poet, Author, Motivational Speaker, Youth Leader, and a diamond in the rough. Words can take us from below the surface to a level of growth and transformation. Let the words you hear and read leave you different than you came.
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