Poem: Breathe Differently

There will be a bench,
There will be a tree
And some light,
On a beautiful night.

I will speak to my soul
I will think of every inch of my body,
I will scream and cry
Like it’s all me, and nobody.

This sense of freedom
Like my wings are ready to fly
This sense of self
Like it’s not hard to try.

I will feel my existence,
Breaking away all the resistance.
In the loops of equality,
I will breathe differently.