Wind

I am a tortured soul
blowing away in the wind
Torn between the currents
Fighting to find a path
But in the wind's grasp
you fight first for your survival
second for your sanity
third for your search of beauty

In the wind's grasp
you will be beaten
you will be damaged
But in the wind's grasp
you can look out
above the trees
across the mountains
and down the valleys
In the wind's grasp
you may be scattered
you may be broken
but you will once again be whole

In the wind's grasp
you must learn to let go
you must turn in the reigns
you must learn to just be

At that point
the wind will free you
to float upon it
and you will bathe
in the beauty
that once tortured you
You will drift
and you will smile
and once again
you will breathe easy