It’s not a race.
Love will be around
when you least
expect its embrace.
Don't go to ground.
Don't chase dreams
that can't come true,
float instead through
the flowers that grow.
Watch as they get bigger,
taller each day,
prouder,
as they reach
closer to the suns
nourishing rays.
Don't feel you have been
left on the scrapheap,
that somehow the world
has slipped out of reach,
and you've become a fiction
lost down the sofa of history.
Instead, glance around, turn your head
take in the miniscule details,
the threads of life we shed.
See the way the world turns,
every swirl, every sway,
hold on to the love of a powerful day.
Don't fear that love
will leave you alone.
The right person
just hasn't yet
entered your room.
Don't sink into dread,
crying alone in bed.
Feel every breath
of the wind instead.
Let it mingle
with the very atoms within.
Feel the way the sizzle
of the sun heats skin,
every tingle.
warming deep into the heart.
Don't fear that your story
is taking so long to start,
instead find that special view
take a breath, love begins within you.
Thanks for reading
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