04/21/2026
March 17
Kissing Death with My Breath
There was a moment
where my breath left me.
Not metaphorically
Not emotionally
Physically—gone
The impact came first
Sharp
Loud
My body reacted before my mind could understand
A scream tore through me
raw,
instinctual
the kind that doesn’t ask permission
And then… nothing
No air
No inhale to follow it
Just the sudden absence
of something I have known my entire life
I remember trying to pull it back
to breathe my way back into my body
Grasping for something that wasn‘t coming as easily
as it always had before
It felt like rage
Like Rage
Like a crossing
I didn’t fully step through
but touched closely enough
to feel its edge
Life didn’t stop for that moment
MY moment of kissing death
But instead
It sped up
A totaled vehicle
Phone Calls
Logistics
Movement
And somewhere in all of that,
this moment…
this very real, very physical truth…was left without a place to land
But it didn’t leave me
In fact it still is here with me
It has been circulating
In my breath
In my body
In the quiet spaces in between
Reminding me
that my relationship to breath
is not something to overlook
That my life is not something to rush past
I don’t share this for sympathy
I don’t need it softened or explained
I share it because it happened
And because
I am choosing
to be in relationship with what it gave me.
Not just with people
but with my breath
my body
my presence here
If this meets you
reach for me— (not in the comments)
I am no longer seeking noise
I am open to real connection
With My Loving Breath- Soulful Flora
