Pretending to Breathe

A Novel by Elle Cee

POEM—Words of the Heart

My words run into the dark silent night, a shadow of light never casting down upon them. But…

As fast as a cheetah runs, as musical as a bird sings, as prophetic as a prophet speaks—that is how I want my voice to be heard.

My heart sits in a cell, alone and afraid, awaiting its sentence. But…

As beautiful as a goddess, as free as a dove, as loved as an angel—that is how I want my heart to know the world.

These are the words of my heart. But…

Unspoken, unheard, unloved. They all sit and wait, while I’m just…

Pretending to breathe.