Wind

You do not have to sacrifice your soul for those you should love.
You do not have to hail every stranger to encounter.
You do not have to ignore the harshest of wind and pretend you are okay.
You do not have to tell everyone how wonderful they are every day.

You do not have to be good.

You only have to let the wind softly swish your hair across your face.
You only have to let the rolling hills of ever lead the way.
You only have to watch the thoughts ride away in wind.

You only have to trust.

You will unbind yourself from the cages of your own hatred for you are beautiful.
You will inhale the freshness of the present and its wind for the first time.

You will let go.

You are only here and beaming into the beautiful clarity of now.

You are free.
 

elise.writer

VT

16 years old

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