Borrowed Breaths

So the old lady
with an impressive
fight in her soul
is no more!
Whom I got to know
thirty minutes in each go,
spanning over months
Where at instances
she would tell me her pain
and other times her fears.
I would try to piece together
some fragments of her being
Or remove few more furrows
off of her worried face.
Now that she is gone
her face is now etched
finding her way to the wall
where few more reside
like her.
and she will be remembered
through all those who follow her,
with borrowed smiles
and borrowed breaths.



Poetry by sagi
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Written on 2026-08-01 at 14:30

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Lovely! It's rich, the words flow down the page naturally, it's a pleasure to read, and reread.

I see face on a wall, a photograph, with others like her. Whether or not that's the reality, I think the fondness for her is the point, not the details.

Thank you for sharing.
2026-08-01


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
From one elder member to another, It is so great to see you still supporting PoetBay with your poetry. This one - which I have read several times - is really laconic isn't it. I am left wondering if the 'wall' is like the walls in Italy where the newly departed come to rest, and also if you are a practitioner of some palliative or restorative art. 'Leave 'em guessing' is a fine art. Blessings, Allen
2026-08-01