A.M. Brannigan on The Liminality Journal

[A.M. Brannigan]

Inhale and exhale, all the same

rhythms crammed into a day

are in revolt, torrid and tame,

relapsing shadows won’t hide away.

Rhythms I crammed into each day,

like unwelcome advice on an early train,

relapse into shadows I can’t hide away,

grieving a chance to attempt a refrain.

Unwelcome advice is an early train.

Healing is a revolt, torrid and tame,

granted a chance to endure a refrain,

exhale and inhale, all the same.