When life swallows me whole
and I’m rushed off my feet;
when I come up for air
as I try to compete
with the deluge of duties
of chores and the rest
of the pressures, and demands;
life feels like a test.When I’m gasping for free time
I’m craving some peace;
when my balance is skew-whiff,
calm feels out of reachtill I slam on the brakes and
I take a deep breath;
I slow down my thinking
and make myself rest,I take time to drink in
the beauty, the world.
I make time to listen;
to let life unfurl.I pull off my blinkers
and find I can see
a myriad of colours
explode around me.My heart rate thumps slower;
My brain becomes still.
I let go of worries
and kick out self-will.My days take on balance;
I’m drawn back to me.
This fragmented person
is finally free.
© Nicky Clifford, 2016