Breathe

By Madduri Satya Tejeswar

I dont even know why I'm drafting this poem

because each word I write makes my soul grieve;

I just hope that when I tell you your heart is no widow

that you choose to want to believe.

I feel helpless as I stare at you from across

as you strain to fake a smile;

and I can do nothing but wish

I can accompany on your seeming isle.

I wish I knew what to say,

I hope that one day you'll see that light,

I expect it wont be soon but until then,

I await you, even in the darkest night.

When the world has gotten you down

and with its sharpest daggers unsheathed,

you become my greatest hero

by choosing to want to breathe.

By Madduri Satya Tejeswar