A colorful wind drifter

Follow your heart

Set it free

I feel pulled apart

When answering to me

Tuesday I want peace

Later I’ll ride a high

Next week I’ll flee

In January, a part of me died

At high noon, I write

During the full moon, I cry

In the fall, I crave my roots

In Spring, I want to fly

Sometimes I feel stagnant

Stuck in the same regimen

Inside- the snake lies dormant

Waiting to shed its skin

Then the chaos happens

I come alive again

Mover, shaker and shape shifter

The butterfly emerges

A colorful wind drifter

Building an insurgence

Then, I guess I get tired

I don’t know

It’s hard to be wired

In the midst of falling snow

Quietly landing onto the blanket below

Maybe I’ll take a nap

Then watch a show

My body gets stiff

There’s dust in my mind

My soul is mid drift

When I hear the call of the grind

Suddenly I find myself back at it

Running everyday

Tracking macros like an addict

Let’s see how much I weigh

Building rituals and habits

A daily rhythm that keeps me sane

Then one random morning

I throw it all away

Grief is building in my chest

A lump rising in my throat

The wave is starting to crest

I need to get control of this boat

Or maybe I should lose control

Throw caution to the wind

Let the synchronicities unfold

Or break at the bend

I feel the thunder of the storm

Reverberating inside

My fingertips begin to warm

Lightening flashes in my eyes

A sudden break in clarity

I know just what to do

Even though I can barely breathe

A path forward comes into view

The trail is covered in fog

I can’t quite get my footing right

I step up on a fallen log

To expand my line of sight

Through the mist I see myself

Shining like a bright light

I’m all alone with no one else

Finding my way out of the night

The journey isn’t linear

It spirals through the years

What I thought was lost in chaos

Is just how I pioneer