A Butterfly In The Wind

the sound of my feet,
the long gray path before me,
the soothing rhythm of the crickets.
i stop to pray in my sanctuary;
i find solace among the dead,
comfort among the quiet.

tears fall from the sky as a
tear falls from my eye
my lip quivers and
i let go of my little ball of anger.
i gave it to him.
my life is mine again.