Let me breathe. Not reasonable the talk about that fills my lungs, but the space to exist as I am. The world turns speedy, wants come crushing like waves, and everyone shows up to have a say in who I have to be be, how I got to act, what I got to feel. But a few of the time, all I require is quiet — not opening, reasonable peace. I got to step back from the clamor, from the conclusions, from the weight of being “enough” for everyone else. I got to breathe in calm and breathe out weight.
Let me breathe when I say “no.” Don't fault me, don't twist my boundaries into self-centeredness. Let me breathe when I require time — not since I'm pushing you missing, but since I'm pulling myself together. My soul gets tired as well. The quality you see? It needs rest. The smile you worship? In a few cases it covers up storms. Let me breathe without feeling like I ought to clarify my each calm, my each pull back.
Let me breathe in worship that feels like sunshine, not a cage. Let me breathe in companionships that don't choke, in dreams that don't ask flawlessness. Let me stagger, drop, get back up — without your judgment weighing me down. I'm human, not a machine. I'm endeavoring, creating, changing. And in all of it, I fair require a little elegance. A little room. A small discuss.
Let me breathe. In the event that it's not as well much trouble.