C.L. Brown

One day,

the wind will come to you,

and it will regard you

as though there is

nothing else in existence.

It will touch you,

and that touch will take from you

things you weren’t ready to give up.

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Then, just like that, it will go away.

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It will go away with all that it came with

and as much of yourself that you’ll

surrender to a fleeting moment.

But do not hang your head

from shoulders that grieve.

And do not sit with discontent

as one who’s lost some prized possession.

For you see,

the wind can only hold you captive

if it is free.