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?
Copyright © Helen J Radford | Year Posted 2008
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