by Hatti Whitman

When asked how
(to choose, to survive, to put one foot in front of the other)
Answer: slowly
With intention.
With patience.

How else does a sun rise, or a season change?

Count the rhythm of your breath, in –

 hold –

and out. It will get easier to do this.

Lungs are greedy things;
Hands and hearts are too.
Teach them to savour
(good lessons take time) 

Listen to the creak of emptiness,
And imagine it instead, as space.

Hatti Whitman | @hattiw
Hatti lives in East London where she divides her time between writing, doodling, staring into space and re-reading Daphne Du Maurier novels. She’s excited to meet you. 

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