Fresh Air

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

Something so pure,

So clean,

So earthy, and beautiful

Is what I feel

When I step outside

And breathe it in –

That fresh, cool air.

Not hot air, that sits heavy in my chest as if I were beneath the deepest oceans,

Or cold air, that snaps my insides like brittle stone,

But the air that fills me as easily as if it were a part of me,

An intoxication,

Expanding my lungs, the present, and my youth.

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