Inhale, exhale

You know what? Sat here listening to his breathing.
 His loud, loud breathing I notice more and more about him.
The hesitation before each exhale like a predator to its prey.
the panic of each  inhale like he’s constantly taking his last, or he hopes.
I listen to the pattern of his breath leaving his soft lips like the thoughts that pass through his mind daily.
The re-occurring thought that tells him he is unworthy of that next breath.
That deep breath that he draws right from the tip of his toes to the very point of his lungs expansion, just to make him feel.
I hear his cry for help upon his inhale followed by the sound of  his courage upon his exhale.
So you know  what ? Sat here listening to his breathing.
His loud,loud breathing, I’m not annoyed, I’m just proud that he is.