‘Where You Breathe’ (a Poem)

They are fragile:
Delicate as a freshly spun web,
But with the might to carry legions.

They linger in morning light
A cooling mist
The first drops of rain
When drought has struck.

They have beaten against your brow
For too long:
These treasures hidden
From prying eyes
From ceaseless sorrow
From those who could not understand.

Now they rise up,
They clamour to be free:
These portals you once knew
As the gates of reverence.

Release the whorls of Mystery.

They live
Where you breathe.

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