When I was a little girl
I loved to run in the wind
Feeling it reach through my hair
Pretending I was flying.
And I knew I was free to be
Whomever I chose
And to follow my heart’s desires.
Decades later I am a woman
Who often ignored my heart
Before each step in life.
Many choices were made
From a root of fear
Or a desire to belong
Not because they reflected who I was.
Today when the wind tousles my hair
I stand rather than run
For the passage of my years
has made me strong.
I turn my face into its path
I close my eyes
I let it brush my lashes.
As it races and swirls around
I pretend it forgives me for straying.
And then it whispers:
There is still time to follow your heart.
There is still time to be you.
And so I am.
October 21, 2010
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