Winds of Belief
What do you do when you want to speak,
When the words well up inside?
Unable to talk. Feeling weak.
What are you trying to hide?
Needs swim inside your befuddled brain
Trying to spring forth in flight.
Storm is building in sweet, soft rain,
Gentle breezes with flashes of light.
So afraid of losing the stronghold
On the urges, both confusing yet sure.
Timid, frightened, but sometimes bold,
Wicked gleam in the eye of the pure.
Wanting so bad to be all that is needed,
Wishing for sweet and total relief.
Ignoring warnings so often heeded,
Confidence rolls in on the winds of belief.
Now what is done when you can't stop
The words that fall free from your mind?
Able to speak, tears of joy drop
For those who speak in kind.
� Kathee Tschudy, January 18, 1998.
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