Responsibility rests on my shoulders softly like clothes recently pinned to the clothes line.
I am the breeze, warm and humid or cold and bitter, but I am present nonetheless.
I am the clothes that are hung out to dry, wet and heavy with the future soaked into my fabric.
The breeze urges me to drift in current, but I cannot, I am suspended.
I hang there, your hands grasp onto my shoulders like tight clothes pins.
I am like many on the thin wire of life.
Clothes swaying in the temperamental breeze and each one held in place by the same thing.
I am here for the moment.
When the sun peeks out behind the clouds I am able to catch a glimpse of my future.
The warmth of the sun will pull the worries from my fabric.
Soon the clothespins that held me close will let go.
The imprint of them will stay as I slowly descend off of the thin line of stability.
The gentle marks to fade as a way to assure that this moment was meant to happen.
I am no longer frightened as you prepared me for this.
One day I will return to seek guidance when the rain begins to pour.
You ease my troubles and remind me how the breeze is familiar even if it may be cold.
I will remember your influence on my life and recall that the sun will return once more.
Thank you for allowing me to experience the breeze before you released your grasp.
I will forever remember you were also the sun present behind the overcast.
Knowing that I was being affected by the frigid rain and quick to make sure in the end.
I was ready to start again.
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I am the breeze, warm and humid or cold and bitter, but I am present nonetheless.
I am the clothes that are hung out to dry, wet and heavy with the future soaked into my fabric.
The breeze urges me to drift in current, but I cannot, I am suspended.
I hang there, your hands grasp onto my shoulders like tight clothes pins.
I am like many on the thin wire of life.
Clothes swaying in the temperamental breeze and each one held in place by the same thing.
I am here for the moment.
When the sun peeks out behind the clouds I am able to catch a glimpse of my future.
The warmth of the sun will pull the worries from my fabric.
Soon the clothespins that held me close will let go.
The imprint of them will stay as I slowly descend off of the thin line of stability.
The gentle marks to fade as a way to assure that this moment was meant to happen.
I am no longer frightened as you prepared me for this.
One day I will return to seek guidance when the rain begins to pour.
You ease my troubles and remind me how the breeze is familiar even if it may be cold.
I will remember your influence on my life and recall that the sun will return once more.
Thank you for allowing me to experience the breeze before you released your grasp.
I will forever remember you were also the sun present behind the overcast.
Knowing that I was being affected by the frigid rain and quick to make sure in the end.
I was ready to start again.
To read more of Grace's work, please click here.