Gale

I feel the breeze on my back.
It is a comforting feeling.
The wind used to be this way when I was younger,
But recently it had been attacking my face.
The air was fighting against me,
Blowing away my security.
Gusts would come,
Stealing happiness in their power.
Now the tempest has calmed;
My progress is allowed.
I feel the breeze on my back.
It is my comforting friend.