Holding the Winds In My Hands
what was once a
low breeze became
fierce winds
spreading debris
from one end
of the yard to a
land more
distant than
Jupiter; and as wide
as eyes frightened
of a questionable
future; a young
mind could only
think this way
in an uncertain
present; and
where is the gift?
confusion of
an inner knowing
before
the cusp of
womanhood
came a
questionable
past
certain of
uncertainty
lonely
desperate
decisions as cloudy
as this debris
spinning
whirling
like time gone
mad; loosening
gates and
fences
crumbling the
walls of
a slowly built
home on once
sturdy foundation
and the winds
were loosed
for I could never
hold them
in the first place
just able to
stay within my
own space
of who I am
certain
and praying
for the
strength
this time
to not succumb
to the fear
was once
damaged
now slowly
rebuilt
praying that
that low breeze
inds me
here in
my
foundation
Copyright © Tameko Barnette | Year Posted 2019
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