I used to love the dry wind
The fierce blowing Invisible fingers tearing at my hair, stealing my breath and whipping my clothing and sending its powerful story deep into my bones. I used to love the wind. Now I feel afraid And betrayed That wild wonderful air, gusting, whispering. Awakening me, reminding me that I am alive. Only now it has taken up with fire. And together these two untamed forces, wreak havoc. A lesson. A reminder. Remember. Remember who is in control here. Remember who rules this place And bow Cower Run This is the whisper The scream The story unfolding in the threads of air In the promise of sparks In the destruction of my home I used to love the wind But now I am afraid
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AuthorEmily is a somatic psychotherapist, witch, nature lover, animal friend and writer. She resides in Northern California. Archives
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