Standing in the wind,
I stop to breathe in the golden air.
Streams of sunshine pour down from above,
Sunshine touches my face and my skin rejuvenates.
I am a dandelion in the wind.
My hair starts to swirl above,
I see the strands fall away.
Tears well up and I try to smile,
Wind carries my anxiety away,
I wonder how I got to this place.
I am a dandelion in the wind.
He fills my heart with gladness,
I swell with hope and faith.
Through the battle I will rise,
I watch my hair fall around me.
I am a dandelion in the wind.
The wind slows and I reach above,
I feel the smooth curve of my scalp.
The anticipation has passed,
I breathe in and continue down the path He cleared for me.
Through this battle I will rise,
I am a dandelion in the wind.
Inspired by Jan Magness
6.22.2017