Exhale Poem by Mikee Corp

The sun fell behind the hill now the night will be long.
Letting go isn't wrong although it won't feel right, by now it looks like a fight.
The path had two roads, I must go to left although it's not without sorrow.
You will be climbing a tree and exploring it's branches only taking chances you need to.
Sometimes I am like the weather I exhale and the damage is done.
I just sent out a Dove with a tear drop!