Like high winds, you move me,
Pushing me in the direction that you seek.
Limiting my resistance by damaging my own needs.
I can’t grow when you try to control me,
Ignoring my desires and muting my soul pleads.
So I run to the nearest shelter hoping I can wait you out.
Years go by, as I see others drift about.
Walking to the beat of your drum,
Emotionless faces and pain a dulling numb.
Yet, here I stand still awake!
Afraid of losing my own individuality, by playing the games you create.
The house always wins, so I’m going against the odds.
If I remain content in this house, I’ll never have my own with a two car garage.
So I am going to run till I hear the ocean hum, the sun sizzle, and the winds sang the unsung.
Be nice, mind.
Be quiet, heart.
Be brave, soul.
Peace & Love Always
By J. PETERS