Breathing

Breathing

Each step takes me farther from my abuser.

Each millisecond on the clock that ticks, I breathe-

And then I breathe in again.

When memories assault my traumatized brain,

I go to Walmart; I breathe.

Walks to the park-I  breathe.

Drive down the street- I breathe.

I’ll breathe until the pain of nasty comments subsides,

Until the death threats and slander across social media

Are but a distant dream.