by Brianna G. Harte
Gone are the times I knew so well,
When life was predictable,
And I called rough paths common enemies.
Gone is a life among so many.
Now I shall spend it looking from beyond,
Whether or not I felt ready.
Now I embrace the unpredictable,
When weather can beat down without reluctance
Or shine gently upon my soul.
Now I can stay in one place
‘Til the day the world decides I am needed elsewhere
And the winds change once more.
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