Weeds.

I would like some time,
Some time to breathe.
I’m not in a place,
To take off and leave,
So give my my moments,
Give me my pause.
I have that right, surely?
I have just cause.
I would like some time,
Some time to inhale,
And hold it a moment,
Before I need to exhale.
I would like some time,
Where I don’t have to think.
I would like space to freewheel,
To be buoyed, to not sink.
Don’t take me for granted.  
Don’t brush over my needs.
I’ll push back at my limits.
I won’t be lost in the weeds.