Wakers of the Wind

I have written many times in many ways

But I still don’t know what to say to you

I don’t like this one I see and I don’t like these words that I have come to say to you

Parts of me know what it feels like to be near and to be fair

But I hope that I have now come to an easy path to be who I am

And who I’d like you to see

How uneasy to be open to be home unfrail and understanding

Unpretending

Be who you can draw

I don’t think it’s what you hear or what you feel

I don’t want you to be scared that’s how we’re made

The wakers of the wind