Theories of Breathing

There is a fog in town

Might be from the dust of revolution

The chills of suppression

Smoke of the vibrant fire put out

Could be all that 

The fog has rendered vision blind

Mouth taped shut 

Feet frozen, sinking for lack of footing

Breathing?

Thing is breathing is difficult now

No one wants to take in the impure air

The nose is fragile to the chills

The Tribe of the forest feel weak

Fighting is starting to take its toll

On their minds

Most are stuck

Others suffocating

Are you fighters if you fall?

Are you Strong if you pretend?

I'm sorry, I sound like a broken recorder

Here's my theory on how to breathe

Sing with water from your eyes, crying is a weapon

Tape yourself to another, two fur  jackets makes the warmth better

Stay in your igloo, a couple of minutes tending to you would work great magic

Let the child in when you can, being grown is nice but letting the child roam is freedom

These might not work

But fighting is adapting 

Trying all you can

When you can

Doing the most

To breathe