The 100 or 1 Million Breaths I Take

Each breath I take, I have a choice

To open a new door or close an old one

To write a new story or reread the same book

To drown in sorrow or swim against the tides.

Every breath I take is like the fresh bloom of a flower

Or germination of a new plant

As long as I am breathing in fresh air

I am allowing myself a chance

To repaint my scars

To fill up my wounds

As long as there is another breath to take.