A breath surrounds me, soft and warm
Pulsing in my veins, placid and stable
Tugging the reins, pulling me out
Out of normal, out of fear,
Into the limelight of what I hold dear
My grin is stupid, wide and tall
Believing most among the storm.
A breath surrounds me, soft and warm
Half before me, half behind
Half of my strength isn’t mine.
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