Every time I get to feeling trapped, suffocated, and my body’s craving oxygen, I do something that makes it hard to breathe so that I have to suck in the air and force oxygen down my throat like I matter. I force my lungs to keep filling because they can’t collapse, not yet. And even when it’s hard to breathe and my breathing gets shallow, I keep chugging that warm air to remind my body that I’m still alive. I keep my heart racing so my heart can tell my head it’s not time to give up. I keep breathing and I keep pushing down the pavement just to get further away from the cage I just broke out of. At some point I stop hitting the pavement and begin to fly. And this is when breathing comes easy.

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