My life is a sword.
I push ever onwards,
The wind is my antagonist.
My enemy.
My resistance.
The wind is what I make of it.
I push against the wind,
However strong I make it.
Heartbreak - a gust of wind
Knocks me off my feet.
I shall not ever stop pushing.
Should I slow my steady pace
The wind shall catch upon my blade's edge -
My life, taking my life from me
As my wind gets the better of me.
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