Breathing

Home, casa.

Home is where I feel safe

comfortable

and loved.

I grew up in Rome,

and moved to Boise

and London.

I went back-and-forth from my mum's place

and my father's.

All in all, no matter the place,

my breathing has been with me.

If I don't feel safe

comfortable

and loved;

I would sit down,

and breath.

Moments of stillness,

soundlessness,

apart from air passing through my nose

and leaving out of my mouth.

Breathing in

breathing out.

Creating constant cycles of energies

that remind me of being alive.

I am alive

and I am breathing in

and I am breathing out.

I can be in Rome,

in Boise, in London,

on vacation or at work.

Breathing in

breathing out.

I can be anxious,

in love,

happy,

jealous, lonely.

Breathing in

breathing out.

No matter where I find myself,

I can always breath

and remember that I am safe

comfortable

and loved

as long as I recognise my presence.

Breathing in

breathing out.

My body is a temple,

my body is my home.