Winds of Change

It blew so gently it barely ruffled my hair. I paused to brush a displaced strand away and returned to my complacency and routine. It came in from the west and startled my existence. It disturbed normality and wafted discontent upon my soul, raising questions: new uncertainty in the safety I had known. Winds of change, incidious in their arrival. A portent of the twister to follow. Hollowed heart. Drained of emotion. All notion of love borne away on the breeze of increduity, and disbelief at the crumbling of a once so strong rampart of security. All gone now. I am left to sweep up the debris - pick up the pieces of the heart s-h-a-t-t-e-r-e-d by the storm. Now I must try to rebuild it. To restore some sort of order. Impossible? Maybe, but perhaps this wind has changed it all for ever. Is that a silver lining I can see?