Fresh Air Missed

The hold of self defeating leaves,
When one decides a routine should go.
To escape from a place that offers no growth.

And when the excitement of living a life,
Begins to stale...
One should not prevail in that which fails.

A door that stays shut,
Supported by hinges that rust...
Needs only to be opened,
Just once.

Fresh air missed,
To breathe in again...
Can addict.
If one decides,
To experience being in it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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