legs,
i can feel my legs.
person crossing street,
restaurant,
playground,
traffic light,
visor.
snrrrrk
two-three-four
whooo
two-three-four-five-six
repeat—
and again...
another time,
you’ve got this,
one breath at a time.
i just hope I can
make it
home.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, February 7, 2026.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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Comments5
You got this, my friend. Well written. Your poem revolves around the experience of navigating through a physical or metaphorical journey, emphasizing the struggle for perseverance and the importance of taking one step at a time. The poet expresses a sense of determination and hope, even in the face of challenges.
Friendship, thank you, my friend. This one was very literal for me…counting breaths, naming what’s visible, moving through the anxiety/panic one small step at a time. Just trying to make it home. Though it could certainly work metaphorically too. I appreciate you time and thoughts, my dear friend. 🫁🖤🙏🏠
I have counted my steps before for various reasons and at such times it is must one step at a time. Nicely done Tristan
Soren, thank you, my friend. This really is about those moments when all you can do is count steps and stay with the body…one at a time, no more than that. I appreciate you recognizing it so clearly, my friend. 🫁🖤🙏🏠
Always most welcome Tristan
Good write T. Ol' Tom's counting too - how many socks he's knitted so far. lol.
He's lost count, as he's unsure how many baters there be! LOL!
A fine write, Tristan.
Thank you, Jerry. Much appreciated, my friend!
Listen, Tristan - that is me crossing the street, not you; why do you steal my thunder (or rather, my breath)?
LOL! Fair enough, Dave! But how else was I to get you to cross to the other side? 🥁 Yeah, that was bad! 🤣 Anywho, thank you for hopping over, my friend! 🫁🖤🙏🏠
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