Trace to embrace
Trace the wounds time had left.
Fingertips a spider’s-web of healed oopsies and uh-ohs
Embrace the kisses mother nature placed upon your skin, tiny bumps and blemishes that reveal you are nothing but alive.
Alive to be in this moment.
Alive to see all the wonders of the world in your mind’s eye
Alive to breathe sweet memories of life
Alive in the calm or chaos.
Alive. All you need be.
Trace the injuries of the world to embrace the fact that living is to be; and to be is to be alive.
