By Lisa Huddleston

First Breath

 

Every morning

I breathe in the air of a new day

Full of possibilities

Full of opportunities

Full of expectations

and worries

and fears

and dreams.

“Deep breath,”

He says,

and I try to breathe–

Pulling in the air as I rise to the surface of the day–

Knowing that someone

loves me and wants my best.

Every day,

as if nothing yet had been done,

sighing and believing,

I breathe.