Belonging

I bend easy, like a willow, swaying in
every direction, never favoring
East over West. I am hungry for
all direction, feasting on the luxurious winds
that pick me up and carry me from the storms of
inexperience to the gentle breeze of wisdom.

Though, I snap as sharp as winter pea
skin, frost bitten by the breath of the season
when they try to take me.
They say I belong with them in the East, where
the sun rises just to shine its Gold on me.
They say I belong to the West and
the colours of their underground sunsets.
Some say I belong for them to share,
for them to grant my freedom,
and they do not understand that I belong
only to the wind.

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33 thoughts on “Belonging

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  2. WHeeeew! This is beautiful, and I can relate. I’m riding a gentle breeze of wisdom right now. Don’t know yet where it’ll lead. It’s an adventure ๐Ÿ™‚

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