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Painted Brain | Breathe: A Poem
original poetry by Michael Mejia
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BREATHE: a poem

BREATHE

I’ve replaced belief,
With the experience of living…
Both Grace and I had met at
The top of the mountain;
And It was there,
Through the soul
That an endlessness
Would birth an eternal
knowing…
My relationship with the
Unknown;
Would melt the pain
Felt and carried
By the young boy;
Who once was cast
At the center of the sea,
Chained by fear;
Into a methodical dance
Where both eternity
And I;
Would fade
Back into one…
So why wait for a symphony to
Lead you into the sky,
When you can become the music,
That breathes new life…
For the resurrection of
Truth;
Is to become you…
It is there,
That you shall become the stars
Become the poem;
And as they read you
walk through life;

Know,
that you hold the key.
to a deathless life…
Now,
Become the night
Breathe as the night;
Breathe until you become the
Light of day…
Breathe hope into the heart,
That has become an apsis
To the body;
And an abyss
For the dark…
Breathe and face yourself;
Allow yourself to feel the depth of pain,
That lives inside of you…
Breathe until you no longer
Fear death;
Breathe until both death and
Life become a
Myth;
A story actualizing itself
Through
The narration;
Of immeasurability…
Breathe until
You feel the echo
Of the unending pulse
Descend back into
being…
Breathe until the only thing that
Is left,
Is love…

Michael Mejia is a poet based in Los Angeles, CA. This is his first appearance on the Painted Brain website.

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