blow me


the wind
when it blows like this
a banshee released
pulls a sadness
from deep inside me
the wind
when it spins like this
gusts of
dead leaves
dancing with my anxiety
sets my teeth on edge
the wind
when it cries like this
an echo
from a time
i want to forget
a lesson
i don’t want to learn


© quixotic mama 2018
for more from me, blow over to quixotic mama
the image is an original from my self-portrait series

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Sand says:

    Beautiful. This is really beautiful. I love how the wind punctuates this poem. And the artwork. That’s so sublime. It’s gorgeous. ❤

    Liked by 1 person

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