Sebastian FaulksI breathed and breathed and did feel some calmness enter in, though it was, as always, shot with a sense of loss. Loss and fear.
About This Quote
In the poem “Breathing Freely” by Amy Lowell, the speaker has a moment of respite from a period of worry and stress. In this moment, she feels a sense of calmness and relaxation. However, she also feels a depression that is shadowed by a sense of loss. This poem captures the power that anxiety can have in a person’s life. Anxiety can lead to a feeling of unease and despair.
Source: Engleby
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