The Wind
She stands facing the wind, while others would turn their back.
Holds her ground, feet planted firm against it's unmerciful attack.
Walks forward into it, blinded by it's speed.
Feels the sting against her skin, and knows on this path she'll be freed.
Hears the hissing in her ears, whispered voices from her past.
Fear curls it's tendrils around her heart, and she prays that it won't last.
She pushes forth, her stride hindered, one step forward, one step back.
Plummets to the earth, and questions what it is she could lack.
Doubt, discouragement, and anger become her new foes.
Picks herself up, bloody and beaten, and onward she goes.
Braces herself against the gusts, not willing to bend.
Uses her advantage, presses forward, knowing that this will end.
Feels her defiance slide down her cheeks, tears of frustration, her goal just out of reach.
Finds purchase in her footing, grits her teeth, and fears not the wind's vengeful screech.
It's there before her, and she digs deep, cries out to the heavens, falls on her knees.
The wind dies down, leaving a warm and gentle breeze.
A reminder to her of what it can be.
She'll remember it's angry howl, it's scars forever on her soul.
She'll mourn what she lost to reach her goal.
She'll enjoy the calm of this day
and for future days, she'll continue to pray
And when the wind blows she'll face it head-on
pushing forward, bracing herself, until it's anger is gone.
she knows this gentle breeze will eventually end
and once again her chosen path, she'll be made to defend.
In her minds eye she'll keep her destiny intact,
It's her destiny, it's her choice
and not even the wind can change that.
Holds her ground, feet planted firm against it's unmerciful attack.
Walks forward into it, blinded by it's speed.
Feels the sting against her skin, and knows on this path she'll be freed.
Hears the hissing in her ears, whispered voices from her past.
Fear curls it's tendrils around her heart, and she prays that it won't last.
She pushes forth, her stride hindered, one step forward, one step back.
Plummets to the earth, and questions what it is she could lack.
Doubt, discouragement, and anger become her new foes.
Picks herself up, bloody and beaten, and onward she goes.
Braces herself against the gusts, not willing to bend.
Uses her advantage, presses forward, knowing that this will end.
Feels her defiance slide down her cheeks, tears of frustration, her goal just out of reach.
Finds purchase in her footing, grits her teeth, and fears not the wind's vengeful screech.
It's there before her, and she digs deep, cries out to the heavens, falls on her knees.
The wind dies down, leaving a warm and gentle breeze.
A reminder to her of what it can be.
She'll remember it's angry howl, it's scars forever on her soul.
She'll mourn what she lost to reach her goal.
She'll enjoy the calm of this day
and for future days, she'll continue to pray
And when the wind blows she'll face it head-on
pushing forward, bracing herself, until it's anger is gone.
she knows this gentle breeze will eventually end
and once again her chosen path, she'll be made to defend.
In her minds eye she'll keep her destiny intact,
It's her destiny, it's her choice
and not even the wind can change that.