The winds are changing.

The winds are changing

The breeze rushes past me with furry.

If I could make you happy, maybe I could feel enough

The breeze slaps my cheeks with reality, I am a prisoner to my shadow.

 I want to feel what I think you have.

In every moment, the comparison cuts me deeper.

The winds aren’t changing

I still hold tightly the fear of my shadow

Say you’ll stay with me, save me. Help me see what I cannot.

Slowly, patience knocks on my door.

I know you can’t save me.

I see there is no outside remedy.

The winds are changing

Slow strides bring me to the person with the answer, the answers I’ve been searching for so long

The wind brought me to me; I go inside myself with no fear.

I search with patience, into my shadow.

The remedy is where the darkness lies.

I cut the comparison ties with a knife.

The winds are steady; they are resting.

Incoming, is the settling of acceptance, acceptance of myself

Shadow and all.