I took a walk one day,
And met Wind on the way.
Wind whispered to me,
"Leave," it said.
So I ran from home,
Far from everything I knew,
Tired of the warmth that once held me still.
I ran the first mile,
Wind at my back, urging me forward,
Away from the love I feared would catch me
And heal my tired, aching heart.

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Wind was my guide,
Steadying my ship,
But it led me too far,
Into places where paths were lost
And roads twisted in ways I couldn’t understand.

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So I asked myself questions
That made me wriggle and twist in pain.
“Who am I? Who am I meant to be?”
I screamed as I navigated those lonely roads.
I expected Wind to gently slide me the answers,
But alas, Wind had left, and all that was left was rain.

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I tried to run from the rain,
But my attempts proved to be in vain.
I stopped running one day,
Defeated, heartbroken, and in pain,
Only to realize that rain
Had the answers I sought;
But they were too painful to bear.

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I fell, almost dead,
Waiting for it all to end,
But the fog lifted,
And Wind returned,
Yet, it stirred nothing in me.
No longer did I need its whispers
Or its push against my back.
For I had learned to bear the rain
And found my way home alone.