Quiet
movement from the peripheral
the soul
lost in the midst
of society.
Found
upon the sleeve
next to the heart
thought disoriented
Laughter held back
fear
coursing through blood
tainting the emotion.
The hero within.
The joy, the pain.
The one or not?
Sighs like a spring breeze
rejuvenation
in the presence
of love.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017