as the ever persistent
winds of change
like the funky
wind catcher
in the front yard
spins through our life
from birth to death
dramatically bringing
endings….. disrupting
our normalcy…… altering
our hopes
and dreams……. bringing
us sorrow ~
remorse ~
then forgiveness
and most importantly
release
‘cause
the emotional pain
due to loss
which suspends us
~ stands us still
in time……. eventually
threatens
to overwhelm us
yes ~ to the point
where
we have to choose
between letting it
fully consume us
or just simply
letting it go ~
so we can survive
and then
blow once again
in the wind
like the wind catcher
to have
a new beginning
peace out
Image & Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~
paxil or priligy 1993; 2 5 467 472