the wind is screaming

808/1996

the wind is screaming and
the moon shines down
on my spot on the stone
give me hope
understanding
the pathways traveled
cannot rewind
and will not be where
it can harm me
will not be set up for a third stone
thrown at my head
a third day and I will not rise
falling into a new way of thinking
seeing myself as important now
back burner no more
center of my own attention
won't let the hard times
bring me down
reaching down to the first branch
falling how many times and hitting
how many branches on my way down
now seizing this day this hour
seeing clearly the ideas
before I couldn't see
change the ways that have done me wrong
move on to the better it will come. . .