Love isn't always
       sun filled and bright lights.
Love isn't always
        no pain and no fights.
Love isn't always
        clear mind and showing.
Love isn't always
        about knowing.

I know I'd make it on my own
nothing new
It's all I've known.
Making decisions on what to eat
trying hard just to make ends meet

knowing what to do
knowing what comes next
Thinking about what?
I know whats best.

Every time the wind blows I can hear it calling to me.
Telling me of the wilderness that it holds and the adventures that it promises.
Every time  the Wind blows I can feel it tugging at my free soul urging me to be truthful.
Every time the wind blows I can smell the wild ocean that lays just beyond.
Every time the winds blows I can hear the song that it sings to me, and the laughter of it's never ending joy.
Every time the wind blows, a butterfly flutters past my face, whispering, it's time.

my self most intimate,
unspoiled,
keeping every scar alive,
albeit cloaked in metaphors
like bandages of silk
that hide the oozing;
my self most raw and
un-defiled,
unguarded,
revealed in phrases
composed to ponder
with your time;
is here in lines of poems
playing like a child in the trees,
like a game of hide and seek
a breeze may help you win.
but to find me
you must read between my lines.