Pure, Undeniable, Bliss

My brain has lacked the oxygen it has needed for quite some time time now- 4 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days to be exact.

 

It has been 4 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days since I last inhaled the sweet, sweet sting of oxygen through tired lungs in a sweat covered body.

 

Since I made the grass my canvas and painted my soul onto the Earth.

Since I was myself- honestly and entirely.

Since my heart has known passion, and freedom, and pure, undeniable, bliss.

 

It has been 4 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days, since my spirit has been whole- 4 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days since I have had a ball at my foot, the wind at my back, and nothing in front of me except everything I could ever yearn for.

 

It has been 4 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days since my brain last received the oxygen it requires.

 

Soccer is all I need.

This poem is about: 
Me

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