Skye Bennett
A gentle caress of wind
Sweeps across my path.
Innocent and harmless,
It seems…
But just strong enough
To topple me over.
The breeze is brief.
It never lingers long…
Yet, it still leaves me
Laying in this landfill,
Longing for substance,
Wasted within winter.
Today will be different.
I can feel it in my bones!
The gale grins gently at me,
Its amiable embrace luring
Me into a false security of
Fulfilling my selfish need to be
Wanted.
As the evening eventually meets its end
And skies flood with crystal clear silence,
That guiding gust is nowhere to be found
Lost amongst the endless sea of clouds.
Succumbing to this solitary storm,
Only my breath meets the flame.
Blowing out a whispered prayer,
Of you made it, happy birthday…