Awaiting Storm
Cold winds blow again...
Sun behind the clouds makes me feel cold again...
Is it a storm that is about to begin again...
But I fear the one inside me...
that may come again...
I fear the jilt of winds that will stoop me again...
Thou winter wind, freeze me once again...
As I fear the storm inside me again...
No one has seen the winds, but I feel them inside me...
The frosty winds blow my hair, adhere to freeze me...
Until I drop to ice...
The storm approches gradually...
Not sure I am wheather inside me or the one I feel outside.
The wind is shrill wanting to pierce me hard again...
But I fear the one inside me...
Which is pounding harder.
The wind is swriling, divinely inside me...
Wanting to explode.
My hot tears, ready to flow with the wind
Will freeze every man on earth.
For they have done enough to Us...
I am no longer his, but a free wind ready to sweep.
For I am the wind, he needs to fear.
Copyright © Akanksha Barthwal | Year Posted 2019
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