The Wind (Poem)
The Wind (Poem)

The Wind (Poem)

I often get caught up 

In the webs of my mind

Good and bad, right and wrong

Until the wind flows past me

Caressing my skin

I close my eyes and listen

The echo of laughter carried from far away

A reminder to let go

And let life cleanse me of my misunderstanding

I will bathe in this wind

And let it unburden my soul

Until one day 

I am light enough to fly