Zero to

Sixty to

Fifty to

Two hundred.

My body doesn't care

How much I want it.

My lack of

Leftover strength

Wins.

I can push,

But I'll get nowhere.

Instead I'll fall backwards;

No hope of getting

Back on my feet.

My energy was

Already drained.

No point in adding

More strain

To gain

More strength

When that strength

Won't do a thing.

Just some moments

Of quiet

And rest.

It's all I need.

A break from screaming,

Whistles,

And energy

I can't match.

Then instantly,

The old air

I couldn't let go of

Finally can escape.

Then instantly,

My lungs allow

New air

To fill me.

Breath

By

Breath

I can finally breathe.

Breath

By

Breath.

I finally gain energy.