Marking My Breath

Heart mind and soul
Wonder why I write these notes
With words that dwell not in professionality
But a beating of my own

Everyday with steps in shoes
And every flying bit of noise
Ears and eyes open wide
This life, oh mine, is broken down

With leftover cogs and wheels and shards
It comes in place with picking words
When my life meets this pen
The hand shall move with delight