Voices in the wind
Sitting alone looking out into the darkness
I can't see the ocean but I can hear the waves
Braking on the rocks
The wind catches my breath and the cold rain
Is stinging my face but I'm in my happy place.
I imagine that the howling of the wind are ghost
That are tormented by death and are trying to
Send a message.
Sometimes I think they are calling to me and
I must fight with everything I have not to go
With them.
My imagination runs out of control is that my
Mother or my brother standing just out of reach
Do I race towards their voices or walk in the
Opposite direction leaving the wind to call in
To the blackness of the night.
The storm in my head will never subside
And the voices will always be on the wind
But I am not ready to go into the darkness and
Be part of the storm that calls
For your soul.
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