The Wind
As the wind swirls around me I am reminded of the lightness with which I wish to surround myself. As it flaps at my heels, I remember it is OK to move when you are stuck…
As I turn and let it sweep a flyaway hair across my cheek, it is reminiscent of a kiss and I do not move to brush it away.
As my skirt flutters in the welcomed breeze, I feel I need to dance again and not be stilled. Fear of changing everything often leaves us immobile.
As all of this is happening, I feel myself altering who I am and becoming who I am about to be and as I cry silently for loss I have to smile for gaining a bit of my strength back.
As this awakening breaks over me, like dawn to a new day, my smile will be a beacon for every happiness to lay its windfall on me.
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