The incline, poem (235/365)

Weights on my ankles
I try to suck Air
Like a child who
Eats to fast
And won’t slow down
I want all this air
In my belly
I want to breathe
I want to satisfy my lungs
So I won’t keep wheezing
So I won’t be worried
So I won’t fear of not catching up
I intake air like
I can’t remember how it goes
I will conquer this incline
I will
With air or without it

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