I breathe.

A poem about grief, hope, and emotional resilience — finding stability through the simple act of breathing.

Special post dedicated to our dear friend Nabanita.

My dear, I cannot pretend to understand what you are feeling in this moment of loss. I can only try to imagine the depth of your pain. For there are some things in life we only truly understand once we have lived them ourselves.

These words are for you — and for anyone going through a difficult time right now.

I hope they can bring you a sense of comfort, even if only a little.

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I BREATHE

A new day.
A new sun.
A heartbeat,
a quiet wink.
Cool air slipping into my lungs…

I breathe.

On sunny days,
on rainy days,

I breathe.

In the cold,
in the heat,
under tropical skies,

I breathe.

With good news,
in joy and triumph,

I breathe.

In disaster,
in defeat,
in disappointment,

I breathe.

Fortune smiles on me,
my plans unfold.
Health for me, my family, my friends.
A bit of luck in my bets.

I breathe.

In sickness,
in life’s low blows,
In bad luck,
in broken hopes,
When failure comes to collect,

I breathe.

Love leaves.
The heart breaks.
Grief pulls me into a dark abyss.
Tormenting memories.
A colorless life.

I breathe.

Death strikes,
and someone dear is gone.
In sadness,
in nostalgia,
in mourning,
When the past becomes a sharp pain,
When your absence drains the color from my life,

I breathe.

In the night,
in unconsciousness,
I breathe.

In new beginnings,
in passion,
I breathe.

When I am lost,
swallowed by confusion,
I breathe.

When I find myself again,
back on the right path,
I breathe.

To breathe is to hope.

In the exhale,
I let go.

In the inhale,
something new arrives.

Everything passes,
everything can change,
Like the air that comes and goes.

In the highs
and in the lows,

WE BREATHE.

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Author’s Note:
When I feel overwhelmed, at my lowest, I pause for a moment. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Then I whisper to myself, “Je respire.”

And very often, I feel a quiet sense of resilience rising within me. It reminds me that I am alive — and that alone is already a good reason to be grateful, and to keep moving forward.

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Mirror Question:
When everything becomes unstable, what do you naturally return to?

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