I am tossed about by the wind.

No matter which way I yearn to go,

I have no control in the end.

All I can be

is gracious, kind, and sweet

as I am swept across the sky

for all to see.

I close my eyes

and surrender to those around me.

If I cannot see them,

can I not exist alone?

If I cannot see them,

can I not be content?

I try to see it as a dance—

life itself.

Messy, beautiful,

clumsy, graceful,

all at once

and in fragments.

There is no intermission here.

~~~~Authors note~~~~

I wrote this piece when the idea of people knowing a version of me from some form of gossip really upset me. There is always two sides to an experience and you can’t control what a person will say or their opinion that they will share. With personal study I really have been trying to remember that I can only control myself and be who I know I am. Taking comfort in the fact that even without a break life moves on and people can grow.