Finding The Breath - A Poem By Forbsie

A reading of a poem I wrote about finding oneself through finding one's breath.

I'm currently in the midst of a deep dive into the rabbit hole that is breathwork. It's an amazing tool that is always with us. This piece was inspired by my own journey in with my breath. I hope you enjoy it.

Transcript

Finding the breath.

The tears build up filling my throat and chest with emotions unexpressed.

The words catch,

Never making it to being spoken aloud.

Tension and pressure form instead,

Jamming up the flow making it harder to breathe,

Harder to be,

Caught up in the shoulds and should have beens,

Forgetting the power of now.

The past won't let go.

Or maybe it's me that keeps holding on,

Clinging to what I know or at least what I think I do.

Can anything be truly known,

Without feeling,

Without emotion,

From an empty and detached place?

The void I've created in attempt to keep me safe,

Realizing that instead it's just keeping me isolated.

I need to feel,

To heal,

Be present in my skin,

To tap into the wisdom my body carries in her cells,

The magic that is me.

Finding the breath I begin to find myself,

To get beneath the conditioning,

The expectations,

The supposed-to-be ideas,

To see the me before society got hold,

To feel all the things and begin to give them names,

To welcome everything home,

To call back all parts of myself,

To see them all with love,

To breathe in life,

To embody my body in this moment,

In this life,

With love and gratitude,

I just breathe into being me.