Winds of Time
The winds of time blow ever violently behind me,
Pushing me forward faster than I want to go,
To unfamiliar places, to what is yet to be.
At the same time a gentler wind,
Almost a breeze, blows softly in my face,
Urging me backwards to where I have been,
To the familiar, to what was and is no more.
I am moving in opposite directions,
And that feels good.
I embrace the hope and promise of what lies ahead,
And find comfort in the memories of the past.