There’s a spirit inside that likes to hide.
Raise her up and life resides.
A low tide in a strong storm,
And the chance given, can safe a life.
On the opposite spectrum, she can be vile,
Sometimes bringing on denial.
A good evil, which brings trials.
So, I continue to walk “respectfully” on cold tiles,
To an alter of life.
Destined to know the spirit of life to which the words flow.
Creating and destroying a mind within
So I take heed and listen…

As the wind blows

So she goes.