I AM ~

I Am
the hopes
the dreams
the prayers
the wishes
of a world
a generation;
my peers
my family
Myself-
I Am Blown.
Carried by a passing breeze
soft, gentle then-
Grabbed by a far more violent gust
I fall
tumble
rise
twist
Change directions.
I have traveled far
have far yet to travel
not sure how far
I Am Not Lost-
just searching
for a purpose
a reason
an answer
a place to land
to stay-
To Take Root.

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