Musings of a Muse

The storm may come,

& strip you bare of all that you knew.

 

The wind may unplug,

the ties that you have come to love.

 

The rain may wash off,

the sweat & tears of what you hold dear.

 

But it can never take away one thing.

The will, to let go.

The wisdom, to be at this moment.

The heart, to breathe and listen.

The child, you were born to be.

 

.sui

Done