The Struggler

The Final Breath

I hope my final breath 

Carries no woeful regret,

Leaving as light as a feather

Not heavy with pressure. 

 

May it be one with the wind, 

Forever moving and free;

Representing a life of glee

As pure as one can be. 

 

I hope my final breath

Carries no woeful regret,

A life unlived and far from acceptance,

And final breaths leaving in reluctance.