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It seems okay to let go of dreams

in the cold days of winter,

toss hopes to the wind,

trusting they will return with the

first breath of spring.



I do not concede to failure,

but consider it a warning to

take another path.

And so I walk the chilling

paths of this season.



Morning will come with hope,

and the magic winds will sing

a new song.

I will walk today to

the soft green hills.



I hold in my heart the promise

of an endless journey to the

mountain top

and back again.

I will now

make that journey alone.



I have learned much of life.

I was born of the sun and sand,

salt air, skybirds, southern breeze,

and a blue sky.

I know who I am.



I am a child who cries

at the sound of a wounded bird.

I am a woman who cries

with soft jazz, and poetry.

I laugh at silly things, and

I have a secret love.



Still, I know who I am.

I am God's child, despite

my broken promises, my sins,

and judgments passed.

I am a reflection of me.