The Wind


Pain is a wind
blowing sometimes softly,
like a gentle evening breeze
caressing my silent tears;
And sometimes with intent that says,
“I will be felt.”
It stings my face, commanding,
“Turn into me and spread your arms.
Open to me and feel me in your heart.”
But when the gale wind blows
only the fool stands up.
Emerging from deep in my cave,
With my heart in my hands,
Pounding with fear, I hear it roar.

6/27/1992

 

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