The Circle

I have lived on the outside of life's circle for so many miles until now. On the outside looking in like a small child with their nose pressed up against the glass with their hands on either side of their head. The glass is often smudged and cold.  The breath fogs it and the look in the eyes is always one with longing and sadness.  This is how I have felt with my heart and soul not quite whole...until now. Until it is almost too late; but it is not too late.

Look at all of the overlapping circles - almost a sense of community amongst them...