Monday, December 9, 2013


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.

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