Slowly, steadily the wheels started turning again.
Rusted by their dormancy, stagnated, static,
creaking into staccato, tentative movement.
I've been frozen in time, running in circles:
a hamster wheel of existence, no destination,
just the whirring of complacency and tedium.
The turning wheel brings a different view;
as the pace increases I see hope appear,
a shining sun, a smile and peacefulness.
As we move in life's circles, getting trapped by its wheels,
caught in the tedium and forgetting to breathe,
sometimes, out of nowhere, a gust of wind appears.
And there you were again as the merry go round stopped.
Waiting to take my hand and guide me safely to the ground.
Hand-held and secure again, you took me home.