Wind

Wind.  Flowing through my hair.  When will it stop?  Wind.  Make it stop.  It is making me crazy.  It is gettig inside my head. I am getting worse by the second.  Please help me it is tearing me down.  Then I stop and think maybe it is making me stronger.  Inside.  I will just cry it out.  Keep on going day in and day out I cannot stop the wind it has a mind of its own.  Maybe this is just how life is.  Tearing at your soul trying to bring you down.  Will you let it?  NO!  I will not.  I am dealing with the wind just as I am with life.  No one can escape life just like the wind.  It will always come back to haunt you. There is no place to run no place to hide.  Maybe this wind is good?  Maybe it makes me stronger?  I like the wind.  It is my friend.