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Walk in the Wind

I took a moment to

walk

in the

wind,

It took hold of my limbs
and danced me to the skies,

An invisible guide

that found its way
inside my mind
and whispered,

“It will be OK”,

Showed me there’s another way,
That there will be another day
beyond this night,
That it’s all right
to sometimes hide away,

To secrete my tears amidst the rain,

To stifle sobs until they fade,

To mask the pain,

Because a walk inside the wind
clears the cobwebs of all sin,
clears out

e    v     e     r     y     t     h     i     n     g

and muffles all their din
so I can let the right ones in,

Reset,

Restart,

Rescind,

so I can win.

 
 

Photo credit: Radu Voinea

 

Inspired by the dutch word uitwaaien:

uitwaaien

Example

My Daddy hitted a man,
There was lots of blood and I sawed
that when daddy hitted the man,
the man went to sleep on the floor,

And daddy had on that face,
Like the one when he hitted my mum
and she cried and cried and cried
and kept asking him what she had done,

But daddy, he said it was fine;
He was grumpy but now he’s OK,
That the man is going to wake up,
That the blood will all go away,

He said “Big Man, don’t worry your head,”
(I like it when he calls me Big Man)
“I just want to take a quick ride
in the back of this cool police van!”

And he promised that he’d come back home
to read me a story, so I can sleep,
But… why didn’t he read one just now
to the man who’s asleep at his feet?

Autoimmunity of the Mind

I’m on the precipice
of an explosion,
Complete soul erosion
and a loss of control,
Autoimmunity
of the mind,
Impunity is blind,
Cannibalistic thoughts
that could swallow you whole
disempower each other
– they devour each other –
before they can fruit,
A dissociative fugue
that calls into question
the need to…
reboot?
But with no memory
of sanity
and no manner
of clarity
surely that point
is
just
moot.

Pendulum

My love hangs in the balance
of that pendulum swing
between lose and win
Truth and sin
And what lies within my soul
is not enough
I have no control
A slave to the toil
of the cogs as they roll with each tick
and grind with each tock
The mastery of the clockmaker’s plot
A Slyar of this emotional box
With the power to make my heart stop
or not
And I am held
As he decides if I’m to be felled
or expelled from this wood and glass realm
And if I’m freed to do my heart’s will
I shall love him still
And ever will

 

Image Credit: “Pendulum of Time” by Ehios – Deviant Art