I caught a glimpse of myself from long ago
And almost slipped and fell on the front of my face,
from looking backwards.
Then I realized,
I do not choose the same stanzas to fill my mind,
Or the same fears to belie my time.
Refreshingly, what is the same
is the elusive ever breeze
that catches and lifts and inspires to heal
despite the pain from standing still.
Rivers still keep time
to dancing water babies calling my name
telling me what is yet to be born.
Fortunately, what will not suffocate are
the wishes that still breathe and thrive.
Those wishes travel on the ever breeze
and when I act on the words, "Yes, I will,"
the ever breeze pulls power from my breath,
feeding the rain my possibilities
where birds can feast on the worms
of lessons learned.
Oh, ever breeze eternally be mine.
I'll call on you and lament you and act on inspiration.
I promise. I will.
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