Wind

The wind was taken from my sails,
And it showed physically.
My shoulders dropped,
As my exhalation went deep into my soul,
Purging all I had within my body.

The look of concern,
On the faces of the others in the room,
Brought me back
And made me smile a little.

Just that little,
That is an eye sparkling,
Type of little.
The temptation of a smile,
That could be all encompassing.

It took me out of that moment,
That room,
To better moments had,
And cleansed my angst.