The Wind

May 2022, Lisbon, Portugal

I often get caught up 
In the webs of my mind
Good and bad, right and wrong
Until the wind flows past me
Caressing my skin

I close my eyes and listen
The echo of laughter carried from far away
A reminder to let go
And let life cleanse me of my misunderstanding

I will bathe in this wind
And let it unburden my soul
Until one day 

I am light enough to fly