Breathing

Sometimes I have to just focus on breathing.

I cannot think of tomorrow,
I cannot think of tonight.

Just the here
and
now
and my breathing.

The pain is always consuming; there is no escape.
I look okay on the outside, but I am not on the inside.

Breathe.

The pain of seeing your loved one in a coffin, the pain of touching his cold body.

Breathe.

People say, how do you do it--
I don't do "it".
My stupid broken heart won't stop beating.

Breathe.

It's nothing heroic or strong, I just don't have a choice.
Just like the sun on my arm, it can shine and heat, but it doesn't choose who to shine on or who to heat.
It just is.  So, am I.