Learning and Breathing

I’m learning to love the sound of my feet
Walking away from things not meant for me
I’m learning, not succeeding
Not thriving, but breathing
The sound is like a thunderstorm
It’s terrifying and unearthly
But I’m starting to catch small glimpses
Of something truly refreshing
But then it’s back again
The thunder and lightning
The black clouds swallowing me up
It’s anger, it’s frightening
It’s a world I hate, I don’t want to be stuck in
But I just can’t escape; cue the eruption
After the cool down I find those glimpses
And it’s not a cancer, it’s only symptoms
It can’t take me over, there are parts I can handle
If I take them one at a time, maybe I’ll heal
It’s a long process, but that’s why it’s called aging
If I will be Your new wine, I need to find the next stage
This wineskin is old, but it’s being conditioned
This life shouldn’t be a chore because it’s given
So I’m learning to love the sound of my feet
Walking away from things not meant for me