without the judgement of shadows

my pace is slow, though not

  so much as to imply i've

  doubts.

 

i see the world differently... as

  though every breath is

  an opportunity... instead

  of a caged requirement.

 

(a reason to live rather than

  a forced raison d'etre.)

 

from above, the clouds

  match my pace, the

  wind demonstrating its

  approval...

 

and the sun warms my

  face, casting my shadow

  behind me so that i may

  walk away without seeing

  it... without feeling it

  judge me...

 

(with accusations

  of desertion and failure.)

 

i do not look back to see

  it... nor the house... nor

  the wife who sits upon our

  doorstep crying in her hands.

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and the sun warms my
face, casting my shadow
behind me so that i may
walk away without seeing
it... without feeling it
judge me...

Aw! Yes isn't this the truth
Let the winds sooth or take away our soul.
But yet winds inside of us can stir feelings of mix in nature.
I like this and the feeling I got when I read it.
A wonderful truthful read.