Nothing is stillness, with a wind

The wind is a friend, and a foe.
The same wind coos and tells you to grow
that blows sails into directions of fate
& uplifts the spirit of a hopeless kite towards the sun

Is the same wind that causes leaves to fall,
Strip a tree off its dignity
& fierce itself to bitter coldness
Tempests its way into destruction
Shredding worth & value, into mere nothingness

The wind within me has shifted,
& knowing that it may whirl in different ways
Faith is lost at trusting
Where and how
Or when and why it may blow

You may lead,
Or I may go against
You be the foe
Or be a friend.

I remain the sailor.
A kite,
The tree
& things that will always be

To you,
I am standing in your way.