Breath

The moment I took my first breath I became a living breathing work of art.

The key word being breathing, because it is one thing I have control over.

As an infant I breathed because I could.

I breathe faster when I am stressed out, or in pain and I accept that as part of living.

But what if I control the breathing?

Will it help me to control the feelings?

And so I try.

Breathing in I calm myself.

Breathing out I know everything is okay in this moment.

Life is a series of moments offering me the opportunity to make what I will of them.