by Hatti Whitman
When asked how
(to choose, to survive, to put one foot in front of the other)
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.