Breath

 living through echoes of emotion
Events and patterns of years of attack
Now,
Sitting, safely,
breathing, long,
still my system believes it has all gone wrong.

Sometimes struggle,
a fear choked throat,
sometimes wisdom,
rains down my front.

Sitting, safely.
Breathing, long.
I reintroduce my system to the feelings of calm. 

 I wish I could both stay and go,
but that's not the way it goes.