The circle stretches miles long
Hands held, leaving no room
Baring the strength of steel

Some things cannot be forced
Tiny nuances glow in time
The truth, clear as pure water

Emotions flood out
Frenzied with freedom
The agony is extreme

Floating…down, down
Falling reckless
Into arms open wide

To guide and to calm
Into moving forward –
The circle remains as is

Lauren Scott (c) 2020