Coming Home

After years of being out there
Floating around in circles
Waters seemed calm and safe
But a storm was building inside
Slowly, I let the wind blow
I let it guide my way
Falling in love with its directions
I find myself now
At ease with the storm
The wind built and blew
A woman anew, Old Me
Dancing with the myths and tales
I am transformed
I am the same
I am coming Home
A paradox


Blow wind, blow.



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