I translate stars into daydreams
I make rain and rainbows into
      freshly squeezed joy
I breathe the air of possibility
I swim deep in rivers of passion
I use my loneliness as
      a stepping stone to love
I am on the march to freedom
I tend to my blossoming soul


Sometimes a strong wind needs to whip through all the trees and tear down what’s not strong enough or what’s not meant to stay up. Sometimes a storm needs to come to our seas and rock our boats and toss us around and make sure we’re determined enough not to drown.