a thought or two.

Things that linger: regrets and dreams. Well let's leave the past where it's at and breathe on. Say so long to the hindrances and chain link fences that keep us wishing things were different. We are moving along. We are going beyond all logic and feeling. We have been set free for freedom, so let us live intentionally, passionately, and selflessly. Ready? Let's go.

Understanding.

Though we mess up, we are not mistakes. We are not the choices that we make. In our pain or loneliness, we are never left alone. And despite how much we learn and grow, we are never fully grown. We are not our past, carved in stone. We are a blade of grass, soon dried up and gone. We are so temporary, yet we are the contrary. We are flesh and soul, fully known. We are muscle and bone. We are not our own.

i, the wind.

you are
still standing there. in the second story, and
not without warning the window breaks and
clinging to your skin, the glass stings and
brings blood to the surface. now you're
rough
wet
and red.

(that pane was too thick, too strong,
you thought so hard on this and so long. and so sure
you were—you'd never have to give in to the wind outside.
trees bending, but not you.
no need to fend, your heart said
as your feet stayed pressed so close to that sill.)

but you were
there standing still.
you gave warning to storms, so big
you thought
you were. until
in came a wave of water and dirt and
your shame, your arrogance filled your lungs. overcome,
your body was being swept away, and then

you felt me,
blowing in through the window. so slow,
it seemed. reaching inside, i took everything
and emptied you
of every drop of dirty water you had swallowed
while trying to breathe.
we both paused and your heart stopped
as you realized you had nothing.
and fear of loss came with a gasp and a cough, and then
i filled you again. but this time
with life that would last.

as your eyes open and you take a deep breath,
you are lying near the window,
which was your death, so you thought,
but why then now
are you alive? your mind knows it was just a dream.
but your heart seems sure that it was all a memory.