And when you breathe at the end of your day,
you exhale the hate and falseness.
You breathe in renewal, the cool September air,
For it is the promises you need most,
the hope they provide, something stronger
than you are yourself.
About this poem
At the end of the day, I often feel poisoned, weak, in need of renewal. By ending my day on a positive note, remembering the good, remembering the possible, some days with meditation, I sleep in that place of renewal.
Sounds all touchy-feely, but it works for me.