Stop Now, Breath.. Poem by Rebecca Navarre

Stop and look, listen, to the tree's. Stop and listen
to what, he's whispering. Saying to you, to me. What's
going to happen, is meant to be. They were in your life,
purposely. Look into the eye, of what, you don't want to
see. Messages were left, there for you to read.. Not on
how, to make the sun set gold, but, a gentle smile to take
hold! And not on how to bleed, but a hand in time of need!
Not on how to stand up tall, but on how to crawl! Not on
how to grieve, but how to breath! Not on how to talk, but
how to walk! Not on how to turn on a light, but how to light
a candle! Not on how to survive, but how to exist! Not on
how to live, but to die! Not on how to sustain, but how to
change! Not on how to mend, but how to start again!