What the wind has to say

I am sitting
in my bed.
I listen to
the wind
and all
it has to
say.
Its calling me.
I will not listen
to it.
If I listen
to what it
says
Do I have to
actually do
what it says?
I get up and
put on my rain boots.
Put on my
jacket.
I open the
door and
walk outside.
It is dark
and windy.
The voices
of  the lost
seem
to call to me.
People who
have left
this earth.
I stand
letting the
wind
beat me,
pound me.
Say it,
i say out loud.
Tell me what
to do!
I hear
the voice
blow past
my ears.
Clearly,
quietly,
intently
it said...
Live your
life and Love
your flaws.
I walk in
the house and
shut
the door.
windblown,
I can barely
breath.
They took
my breath,
I am getting it
back and then
I will
listen
and
Live.
That is what
the wind told me.