by Emma Wilson

A constant motion of lovely things

A constant flow through an endless cycle 

As a being 

Being a being with other beings 

I remember this flow I live through

And the things that help me feel

Walking in the forest moves my feet 

Swimming in the river holds my aching spine

Climbing up that incline allows me to hear my heartbeat

Biking down the street makes my breath feel divine 

Moving through the world reminds me of what is real

Even through this rough tough world

I feel as though I can be alive 

Not alone anymore 

Even when I remember being so 

so, so alone

I know people too understand 

For I am here

A being just being real

Though I am constantly afraid

I am strong with those standing by my side.