Who Am I?

I am taking this journey alone. The prospect thrills and frightens at the same time.         

In reality, we all take the journey sometimes with family, sometimes with friends 

but ultimately alone. 

I must make the decisions which way I go and that determines my next step.                

Guess I knew from way back that destiny would bring me back to where I started, 

Living my Life out of a Suitcase. 

It could be worse; I could be minus the suitcase with all my possessions on my back. 

I swore that my father must be at least half Gypsy but that might be putting them down 

so I take it back. 

There is a song, “I was born the next of kin to the wayward wind.” 

Trouble began when Dad had a family and drug us alone as he moved where ever the wind blew.    

I love the wind, I love to feel it blowing in my hair but tumbleweed do not set down roots 

and get tossed 

about at the mercy of the wind. 

At least I have the choice to get in out of the wind on occasion.