IN & OUT

Sometimes...
I just feel I need a minute
To breathe
IN. & OUT.
Because in all this
Commotion
Sometimes...
I don't even know if my lungs
Are filling themselves.
And if I'm not even sure
that I'm breathing,
Sometimes...
I wonder
How can I be sure of anything.
Consumed and enveloped
By all the OUTside
Affecting my INside
Creating INner turmoil
But allowing no time
To sort it all OUT.
Just compiling the chaos
WithIN
WithOUT my considerations.
Because
Sometimes...
All I am asked is to pour myself OUT
For the things that need
What I have withIN.
So
Sometimes...
I do.
Pouring OUT
my heart,
my soul,
my effort,
myself...
Sometimes...
Wondering just what's being put IN.
But withOUT the time to even
Check if my chest is rising and falling,
What's finding its way INto
My heart & soul
Will have to wait
For my considerations.
And
Sometimes...
I hope that all that I come to find INside
Doesn't leave me withOUT.
And I know
That I won't know
Until I have the time to put IN.
But
Sometimes...
I just find myself OUT of time
And OUT of breath.
So
Sometimes...
I just need to breathe
IN & OUT
IN & OUT...