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