The Breeze

I got up to
run this morning
and I did not
want to do it.
My eyes were
puffy from
crying , but
I made myself
get up.
I used to be
good with change,
but now that I
am older it
bothers me.
It does not comfort
me, but makes
me feel not at ease.
I drove to my
friends house
and we walked to
our starting point.
the sun was just
coming up and
It was not yet
hot.
I put my headphones
on and started to
walk.
As I picked up
pace, I felt
my age,
my body.
How did this
become hard.
My mind says
one thing,
but the body
a whole
other thing.
As I started
getting
faster a breeze
came up and
was pushing
against my
back.
The push I
have been waiting
for.
The direction.
The push in the
right
direction.
I started to
pray.
To me what direction
to go,
and I will.
I am just so
uncertain at
times.
The breeze kept
at my
back
pushing me.
At the end of
my run,
breathing
heavy and
feeling it
in every
muscle.
The breeze sweeps
me again,in my
face.
It will be OK.
I will be OK.
Its just change.
Its just a breeze.