A kid no more!

Stop riding the wheel
as it goes up and down.
-YOU ARE ON YOUR OWN-
Carry the weight
of living a life.
Bear the pressure of going up,
Hold still when life’s waving you off,
and should you breath stably underground.
Be tough!
Be wise!
Enjoy accompanying yourself, ’cause
sometimes people come, just to put some extra weight
Eliminate them, or else, You’ll linger low
Cannot go very far.

The wind never fails me.
It speaks my emotions during some reticense
It keeps in touch during prolonged silence.
It caresses me to sate my longing,
and it fills the lungs as it hears my dying breath.

The wind- such a good company when night is deep, when I shut my eyes in anguish, and when I shiver with a madening distress.
It knows when my spaces are consumed
And it detoxifies when sadness is just about to creep.