A poem by Terence Tuhinanshu
{ From poet’s github page, Daily Verse, published on 07 Sep 2016}
“Can you breathe?” the man said.
“Yes, I think so,” I replied.
“You’re okay, it’s gonna be alright.”
He made my panic subside.
Once back on land, I realized
the man was me, inside my mind.
In the moment when I was almost lost
I found calmness of the warmest kind.
Trusting my capable instincts
is a gift of the highest order.
I trust my man will resurface
at every perilous border.
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