When breath grows thin and panic near, I bring relief when lungs won’t clear. I ride in pockets, light and spare, a breath of mist that brings you air.

Envious, lately. Mint to the lamb, Spread to smear, Can-mate to ham

Way down in the dark? Portal to hell? Iron aside, Follow the smell.

I protect the part of you that hits the ground first. You wear me when work, sport, or a fall might hurt. I bend with your leg and cushion the impact. What am I?

Two blades you should have with me to guide me, enclosed you'll feel at home. safely through rapids, don't capsize. I'm a simple aquatic palindrome.