Poem -

We breathe

Unconscious living

We breathe

We breathe, 
Without even consciously doing it, 
Our cells repair themselves with little or no effort, 
We simply operate day to day, 
But know this, we are built to survive as long as we keep breathing. 

These times are not what we had planned for, 
In the western world, we really have plenty, 
We should want for nothing in 2020.

The virus is bigger than we expected, 
If we live, then we are lucky enough to have been selected, 

We must sustain our new life, our new life which will be then as we know it, 
Kindness and love, there's no choice but to show it. 

Back to basics is why we are all here, 

To keep those that we love all the more near. 

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Tony Owen

Hi Amy. I hope you are very well. A great poem that captures how fine the line really is, disturbingly, only a few breaths away. I think most people have had to confront this uncomfortable reality recently and from now on it must be kindness and love, not only for those near and dear but for all our fellow human beings, very skilfully portrayed in this piece. Excellent writing! Congratulations on your very well deserved nomination for Just wait. Thank you for sharing.

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Amy Claire

Wow thank you I didn't even realise I was nominated!! Appreciate your words. 

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