Days of contemplation,
hours spent counting
all the mistakes I’ve made,
all the lies I believed,
all the lies I’ve told
Days of remembering
where I gave my trust
to those who
never deserved it,
where I gave my attention
to those who
never cared
Days of such
in-depth reflection
that it steals my breath,
thoughts drifting off
to all the things I almost lost
and all the people
I kept pushing away
But,
your hand has never wavered,
your voice remains clear,
and I’m pulled back to the present
where everything
I want and need
was already here
Breath_words© 6/1/16