You pass through me,
At times like a howling wind,
Others, like the softest breeze
Teasing at my insides,
Tugging the joy out of me.
When my life gets tunnel vision,
You bring me back to the wide angle view…
And remind me of all the beauty that lies in peripheral vision.
You remind me that between the blurs of life passing,
There is that unwavering anchor point,
That steady heartbeat that resting my ear just so,
Reminds me to keep breathing.
– dahlia holmes Saturday January 2nd, 2016 9:25 pm