Breathe

Breathe in, breathe out,
see what truth comes about.
Slow your thoughts, reflect within—
decide where your path should begin.

Fire is life, and fire is light,
but how do you burn so bright?
I gaze at the moon and question my fight,
facing what’s real, choosing what’s right.

The ashes of the past still whisper to you,
like smoke that lingers, chasing you through.
They ask, “Are you free without me?
Or once again, are you running from me?”

“Let there be light,” said the man crowned in gold,
his halo shining, his story old.
Trust yourself—be who you are,
breathe, and let your spirit’s totem guide you far.

The voices of the past may drag you down,
but as the fox, the guardian—you won’t drown.
Your strength remains, your heart unbound,
no shadow can keep you to the ground.