The Wayward Wind

There was a time when finding beauty was as easy as a wisp of hair in a wayward wind I was young full of stars in my eyes and every street corner held candy and smiles but then I grew up and my spritely steps slowed for I was shrouded by clouds of gray The green days of my youth were replaced by muted colors and the innocence I once knew loosed upon the shore. My hands ached from losses I could ill ignore; Once upon a time my family was whole mom and dad were young and we all had our goals Then one day I looked around and saw that the world had lost its luster for me. I could no longer find a star in the thicket of night, nor the sun at the cusp of day. The wayward wind mistook me for a feather, and blew me away....