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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