Against the Wind
I stumble as I move forward.
I cautiously attempt to turn around.
I am not sure if I am going away from or toward.
Uncertain of what direction I am bound.
Do I have to always move ahead?
Isn't it enough that I move at all?
I could lag far behind, instead.
Or I could just take a step and fall.
No matter what direction I take.
However I choose to get there.
Whatever move I choose to make.
I question myself, do I dare?
I have discovered, that what I do,
whether it is a blessing or a sin.
Is never easy, always an issue.
I am forever running against the wind.
Copyright © Sandra L. Weiss | Year Posted 2021
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