The wind howls hard in the air,
My hair brushes against my face,
Thoughts of yesteryear float in my mind,
A lost chance or perhaps an easier escape I convince myself.

Each step I take the mud sways with me,
We dance to the sound of gusts,
Neither wanting to give way both earnest in our trying,
Not today I shout aloud, maybe tomorrow you’ll trip me.

This journey we take is fraught with challenge,
Blown one way then the other,
Constantly seeking surer footing not wanting to fall,
Sometimes the easiest thing is to let go and let yourself collapse.

But I’m no quitter,
Neither are you,
Together we’ll keep plodding along,
Soon we’ll find a surer path again and the sun will shine down upon us.