Exhale Poem by Alc Harris

I made it here.
To the point where I don’t care,
To the summit of indifference,
The peak of acceptance.
Switched off the lights.
Hung my coat by the door,
On a rusty old nail,
Then pulled up a chair.

What brought me here
Was a gentle breeze,
No thunder or lightening,
No lifting from my feet.
I walked it alone,
Took my time,
Then made this place mine.
Pushed the chair to the fire.
Back to the wall.
Lit my last cigarette,
And
Exhaled it all.