During a time, too close for comfort, I couldn't breathe. I tried to think logically, but I couldn't breathe, so common sense eluded me. Intellectually I bore no fruit, I couldn't breathe, learning was mute. Wedding vows became a curse, there wasn't any better, just an abundance of worse. I couldn't breathe, and became a shell, of the creative soul you've come to know so well. My essence, slowly plunging into a chasm, begging to be released from a sentence too long to fathom. It was screaming, it was crying, God only knows how I kept it from dying. I returned to the other side, seemingly unscathed, filled with victorious pride. But despite the gold laden muse that fate couldn't sever, I mourn for those precious diamonds that are gone forever.