There aren’t many words left

to describe

the welling of my lungs with air,

a steady ache in the deep of my tissue

as it saturates with a heavy molecule

that remains invisible to the eye,

but can be felt in all its gravity,

all the time.

The trembling act of inhalation,

made only bearable by the brief exhale

that releases a tense resevoir

is how i’ve learned to hold us

and renew us

every day.