Just to breathe the air.

Forcing himself,
he stepped into the world;
each movement, anguish, pain,
each day he completes the manuever;
these steps are ritualistic.
This, this was the land
he called home
and now, he scarcely knew it.
Just to breath the air,
to feel the wind;
here,
in this sunlit realm.
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