When Unfair Blows the Wind
By Jessica Cruz
Unruly Heart so gently untamed.
It said not a word to me when you came.
While you were here, my heart was still.
And when you left, it showed no will.
And now it whispers,
"Where did you go?"
It reminds me now,
Of an unspoken known.
It flits and it flutters,
'Round me, round the world.
My heart gently mutters,
In mellifluous whorls.
Not a torrent, no.
Not a senseless bluster.
Not like a tornado.
And still I shudder.
It nags and I see.
My being can't follow.
Circumstance glares.
I frown back at the hollow.
In a wreck I can float with the breeze.
In denial I can push against its force.
Or I can breathe it in and wheeze,
And gradually change its course.
I know of a strength,
When unfair blows the wind.
To feel wisps of my sorrow,
Cold air on my skin.
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Creativity changes the course.
