The Language of the Wind
I’m a girl out of time
Stealing moments alone
I’m weighed down in the grime
Like my life is on loan
In times long forgotten
I spoke with the wind
A life not begotten
With none to defend
I’m alone with a choice
To go forward or back
Do I send out my voice
Or do courage I lack
The wind blows around me
But a voice it has not
Like the waves of the sea
Its language forgot
I’m no longer that person
If ever I was
I’m a different version
Lost in 'because'
I speak not the language
Of wind nor of star
But I’ll carry their message
To near and to far
Copyright © Olivia Estep | Year Posted 2020
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