Tameko Barnette Poet Free verse

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

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