Learning to be stronger

Running.

Part of my dies when I run…

the weak part.

Like the leaves beneath my feet,

I, too, must fall.

At some point,

I am born again.

Stronger.

I Wish I Were the Wind…

I wish I were the wind…

I would whisper through your boughs

And dance amongst your leaves

I would carry out thunder’s bellow

and bring rain’s relief

I would embrace  your silhouette

And give you life to breathe

I would stir up your subsistence

And sweep up your disease

I would wear away your strength

And cause you to heave

Towards me….

Always towards me

How I wish I were the wind…