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Wind…

blowing so strong

would you please…

blow away my pain?

With a storm…

a big one.

The kind that shakes old memories loose

like leaves in November.

My mind

infected

by the worldly worm.

It crawls, it gnaws,

and somehow…

it’s become a norm

of its own.

Loan.

No

not just a loan.

Lots of loans.

Debts like chains I drag behind me.

Owes that echo in my sleep.

I just want to rest

just rest

beside a quiet bay.

Where water whispers

and time forgets my name.

They say…

they say everything heals.

But how do I sing

with a heart this heavy?

How do I lift a note

when every breath is pain?

Again.

Same thing.

Round and round

a circle with no door.

O Wind…

come.

Take these bitter moments away.

Sweep them from my memory.

But listen

don’t leave debris.

Don’t leave broken pieces stuck inside me.

No splinters of what-was,

no shards of yesterday.

Just a clean sweep.

A soft release.

Or my heart will weep

over things

I can no longer keep.