The wind.

I fell in love with the wind
and wanted to make her mine.
She was all I ever wanted
being with her was divine.

She always swirled around me
and blew my breath away.
She was the wind beneath my wings
I’m there for you she would say.

I built a world of my own
and set her at the core.
Days, months and years passed
she promised she would never go. 

And then one day she changed
and was not the wind anymore.
She was now a storm
that wrecked my life for sure.

Leveling my world to the ground
she left no stones unturned.
Just the memories of my love
tattered with lessons I earned.

I would cry out in pain
each time I felt the breeze.
Gentle harsh gushes of the past
would make my emotions freeze.

My life was now a prison 
with dark walls of doom.
That brutely shut out anyone
who tried to find some room.

Until I met the wind again
on a hot summer night.
Playfully teasing my tears
with the coolness of her sight.

And soon I learnt that the wind
was always meant to be free. 
It was only her basic nature
to choose freedom over me.

© Annadine Charles.

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