I think when we sigh we are like whales….
Expelling a tightly held breath
under the weight of the sea,
of captured dreams
locked in our vaults at the bottom of an ocean of conformity….
And you see – we can’t hold our soul’s breath that long
The length of a lifetime repressed…
We need to come up for air
Or we die –
(Raiana Golden, 2007, all rights reserved)