Into the wind

“Each time a breeze starts, I feel the air all the way through me.”

                                                           Nina LaCour, Hold Still

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There are times I feel hollow

empty

a void

and when the winds of life blow

cold and sharp

unyielding

I am chilled to the core

Hate and fear,

loathing and anger,

come my way

and for a moment

I feel defenseless

and yet deep within

an ember is fanned

and bursts into flame

illuminating

warming

and my soul warms itself

in the glow

of sacred presence

and once bent

I straighten

and walk into

the

wind