A tornado whirlwind not of my choosing.
It swept me up and away from all my hard work and a life I had built,
and everything I thought I was looking forward to next,
and carried me off and dumped me home
where people who loved me caught me and carried me
down the yellow brick road of life
until I was able to catch my breath and start to rebuild.
There really is no place like home.
Home is a nest I can only shelter in for so long.
So this time I chose it -
another whirlwind but much better planned.
Not a free-fall but a leap of faith;
knowing that home is a place I can always come back to;
trusting that I can build a new home as well.
Last time it was an Exodus;
I am free.
when the winds began to swirl around me
it was deafening
and I howled into the storm
and we raged together.
I feel the winds again but they are
whispering to me;
And this time I am trusting.
And this time I am ready.
Last time, I felt that life was choosing for me.
I am choosing life.