Dear Lungs

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Dear Lungs,
I’m sorry for being caught up
in the endless search for numbness.
I have forgotten that it was you, above all,
that let the holy breath enter my soul.

I hope you remember the times,
where balloons seemed to magically expand,
as I whispered onto you,
The smoke now drowns out the pain and suffering,
But I know that one day, you will also turn
your back on me and rob me of my youthful essence.
Forgive me, for I have forgotten how to breathe
and instead learned to inhale.
I know that you don’t like it very much.

Emily is in her fourth year of Political Science. She loves studying and academics which follows into her research work. She's a stern black coffee drinker and is a proud Acadienne. When she's not working or doing school work, you can find Emily listening to 70s music on vinyl and watching Parks and Recreation. If you ask her about parliamentary institutions, she won't stop talking.