I ran with the wind

by: Kitty

I ran with the wind,

never stopping long enough 

to disturb those around me,

 running on and on,

 looking back 

every now and then

only 

to run faster after every look.

 Those few who

 'knew’

 me thought

 “how strong, free and what a survivor”.

 They could not see the wind with which I ran,

 but rather ‘saw’ 

that which they desired 

or was ‘missing in their own life.

 Understanding

 their feelings and thoughts

 only served

 to increase the wind

 with which I ran.

Then 

seemingly from nowhere

 as a Gentle breeze you came…

swirling me around and around, up and up,

allowing the onward wind

 with which I ran for so long 

to go on ahead of me. 

On and on I swirl, 

up and up,

 the light breeze

 softly nudging me onward and upward,

like a leaf 

that the sun has curled

 only to open with a gentle rain.

I feel myself

 begin to open

 and long to open even more,

 to freely stretch out

 to feel the sun shine

of love

 on those parts of me

 that for so long were hidden,

 to drink in every drop

 of the sweet love which,

 as a gentle rain, 

has sprinkled new life

 into my dry and hardened soul.