picking up pace with each rotation.
Words, questions, problems
come tumbling forward, leaving a path
of exhaustion in its wake.
Battle-weary I fall into you.
You become my breath;
replacing the tightened chest with a sigh of relief.
You become my heartbeat;
replacing the rapid flutter with a steady beat.
Peace washes over me
as I rest in your protective embrace.
As the sun fades into night,
I remain hidden in the folds.
When the sun returns,
I arise refreshed,
ready to fight once again.
Be still and know that victory is near.