Sailors of the Wind

So many changes coming my way.

Many of which are here to stay.

Life gives no heed or warning, like a blustering storm, your insides are ripped open, healing slowly but weary and worn.

How to mend damaged hearts and minds?

God only knows. That answer is not mine.

Life pulls and tugs us in quirky directions like a rag doll, I feel this is my main objective.

There is one place I seek Solitude and Peace.

I sit at my desk while writing my next line.

There is no other pleasure which comes so readily as words, ideas and stories that flood me with serenity of every kind.

Thank God for my pen and notebook always nearby.

Thank God for small blessings which come so I can fly.

Broken hearts will mend.

May life be gentle with us. May we ride it out like sailors of the wind.