Winter's Night

The wind is howling outside the door,rattling the windows,clawing everything in its way.My mind seems to be on the same rhythm.Thoughts rattle in my brainthings of regrets,others full of appreciation. I cannot return to the pastas spirituality pushes forward.Lessons learned.Some painful.Some delicious.Some expanding beliefs.Others forcing the evolutionof love and forgiveness. I have nothing but the rattleagainst my insidesbattling Ego against Self. If I run from all that I knowI will still be with me.If I stay with all that I knowI will still be with me. I am humanmade of mistakes,grace,love,and other little things. I have some knowingsthat carry me back and forth.I have this sound of spacewith just a few subjectsbanging,scratching,twirling,lurking,breakingany sense of silence inside. It's been a long whilesince the storm in my headcreated a tornado. I breathe in hopeexhaling like the windwith hollow sounds. Until I remove the belongings,until I can patch the holes left,I cannot move into peaceand my heart cannot heal...so I wait for the wind to die down,for the swirling to stop,and my heart to catch upto the awarenessthis too shall passand what's left is just a shallowmemory of one bad night in winter.