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Once my sky was a chaos of clouds

those wisps of dreams I was chasing

always reaching

trying to go higher

trying to reach the sun

even as I was being beaten

and tossed with doubts

and the relentless wind

the unforgiving storm

those gusts of time

I was trying to hold

even as they were running through my hand

until I learned the art of releasing

the song of letting go

and there came a certain lull

a blessed calm

that comes with standing on solid ground

a wise man once said that the only thing better than being lost

is being found

and there is a rest that comes with knowing that where you are

isn’t where you’ve been

to be honest, I don’t miss the chasing

I don’t miss swimming through that turmoil of clouds

flapping my way toward a horizon of wind

that I can never hold

those false promises

that should’ve never been said

and I should’ve never pursued