All Seems Lost Until.

It starts at my feet and crawls up my shin,

A hand made of ice tracing my skin.

It reaches my face and hair stands on end,

But it doesn’t stop there it feels like a friend.

Finds the tears on my face, and dries them with grace.

A smiles comes to my lips, as air laces my fingertips.

This breeze is a lover, a carer or a mother.

Full of sorrow and broken, I had fallen to the floor.

This breath appeared and said, no more.

It kissed my wounds and made me whole.

I’ll never forget the breeze that healed my soul.