The Breath of Life by V.P. (Writing Our Stories)

Yesterday, I was a boy

bound by quitting,

a dying light accepting

his last breath of air,

not caring about a new day,

ready to find my own stone

and dig six feet down.

My own hands have bound

my blinking eyes,

leaving me trapped.

I had the choice to choose,

yet I just sat and blinked,

never making a move.

What was yesterday

must not take today.

Today is the day where

the man binds the boy

bound by quitting.

Today is the day

where I choose

to unbind my hands,

to accept a new life

and face the face

of a man and choose

the breath of life.