do you feel your heart beat
in the middle of a cold night,
with only the sound of your
breathing as you attempt to
exhale all your worries of an
unknown future, so vast that
it makes you wonder if your life
is days, months, years, an adventure
worth exploring or just
an abyss, an existence, as you
float around darkness?
do you hear the gust of winds
through the window cracks and
above the rooftops, a whistling
breeze with no intent to move
in any sort of direction, but the
direction where it’s meant to go.
when the sun’s rays warm your skin
there is nothing quite as pleasing as
the way the air blows against your
pores with a coolness.
is there a point to the breeze, then
the comforting way it rustles the leaves,
a reminder of nature’s beauty?
when you wonder where your
purpose lies, and you live in a
state of doubt on the reason for
existing, be the breeze.
take the hand of someone with sweat
covering there brow from all the pain
they have to endure and give them
a nice breeze, carry their burden
to take the load off.
bring out the magnificence of nature”
and the beauty of life
with every stride towards your purpose.
follow the wind, go with the flow,
find a north star along the way to
know where to go
and surely your reason here will find you.