Arms Wide Open

The rapidness of life sneaks up you until you stop and breathe. The sun rises and then sets another day passes with nothing seized. It's the little things we fail to do, those moments we should have loved. The gifts that we accept without acknowledgement or a hug. We mostly live in past or future failing to soak in the present hour. Therefore appropriate sentiments vanish like dying flowers. My arms are open wide to engulf those in my life. Making sure they know their support helped me through strife. Forgetting our self worth happens more than you think. A reminder here and there cures our soul so we don't sink.