The Good.

As
I exhaled in madness
I was with Me
Understanding how it caused A me in
happiness or sadness,
and how I stopped my own growth
if I would never let go
of my emotions and memories,
I could be stagnant of me alone,
But freedom to inhale existed too,
I had the power to choose
and pause,
So that I could understand the
need to be let go to see myself within, with
Imaginations all around
creating what is (joy) in somewhere
deep inside, in action all around,
a place where I enjoyed myself the most,
where I laughed so much
and of joy that I felt there,
that existed there for ME alone,
A hero that stood still playing,
desiring an activity thus, thinking.
That place now held my attention,
A ME smiling at ME
in a sense of action,
this was a seeing
right where I felt me before
I couldn't see me clearly then,
although in absolute center
may be because of agitation
and some anger towards me by me
attached to all that I felt for me
may be I was unable to forgive me
may be, till
I exhaled.
I took a deep breath
and touched it with my loving hands,
I continued to hold it in my arms
I could see the smile again
I could see a thank you a fresh,
a new and saw some moments
relaxing between a
ME
and ME
I was now so close to me
With each breath that I inhaled
An action for the soul, a beauty set free.