Zephyr

Whisper
Hint
Inkling
Hot Air
Babble
Rumor

Wind
Blowing sound your way.


The valley is clean
But the soul is troubled
Weighed down by betrayal
Uncertainty as to where to land next.

Breathe the rainswept air
Inhale a freshness not found in those
You foolishly thought were trustworthy.

Remember that there are others that
Will not lie to you.
That will trust you with their truths
That will support your own
Even when they conflict.

Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.

Mistral
Scirrocco
Gale
Chinook
Waft
Zephyr

Blow away the hurt.