The wonders of existence, what are they?
The slow breathes of relief under the stars, or gazing at a warm sunrise,
Perhaps a feeling of home and tranquility when you’re enclosed in loving arms.
Or is it when everything feels broken,
When it feels like everyone and everything around you is not to be,
When struggles of loneliness and emptiness fill your entire being.
But more so, is it the battle to see why you exist?
Questioning who you really are, how you get there, or when you make that change.
Changing to grow, becoming one that is living, living to be more than just a body.
The wonders of existence is all.
It is merely the way our souls break and intertwine with another,
Nothing is ever certain, even when our souls are no longer.