Breathing Sails

I feel the wind
Building within my sails
And I pray
Not for momentum
Or direction
But rather
Movement
However the wind decides
To grace my design
I’ll emrace
The rise
And fall of tides
With waves of gratitude  
...
“The Compass is broken.  
The map is torn.
I am lost.
I am free.”
...
However the seas
Find me
Today
There is promise of tomorrow
With Breathing sails
And stardust
Goosebumping
From within my skin
Reaching out of itself
To become something more
Than it’s ever been
...
Before me unfolds
An open horizon
With countless stories
Untold
And the likes of which
I’m blessed
To behold
...