It was cloudy; a mighty breeze was brushing pass me.
It felt callous and seemed concrete;
making drops of rain stroll down my cheeks.
Sturdy, every slap, camouflaging my face;
in strips of black.
I felt it hauling me back; it distilled me from destiny
and the rage of perplexity.
Why is this reaction affecting me?
I'm weary as a slave in resisting;
the wind kept blowing in conquest.
It is a vigorous and powerful song and it whispers,
"Come on you coward...be persistent,
no one can strip or string me along.
I asked, What's your cause for declaring a war?
When you conquer ... you absorb all.
It slaps me arduously; angered with dismay it spoke abashedly.
All the tears and chagrin you're carrying.
The frustration and pain; those expressive eyes a look of disdain."
Who stained your presence notoriously?
The wind's song is softer, feathery, and more at ease,
never losing its possessive breeze.
So I softly questioned,
How can I not hurt when my life has been shredded in pieces?
Hold up your hands and what do you see?
I visualize lines . . . dark lines
with no indication of grasping for long...
lines that are old and tired of love.
They have thwarted your eyes. Haven't they?
What can my eyes perceive? You query.
They are veiled with a delicate layer.
The wind continued to reveal what I have failed to realize.
My eyes began envisioning life with purpose.
Hands that palpitated with life and held aspirations!
Hands that were firm and dared to love, with strength
no one could withhold.
A tussle no one could weaken, my hands inspired no manipulations!
Is it only a memory; a thought the wind is conjuring?
No, I recall the endearment.
Clenching onto that memorabilia, the times life held motivation.
When the wind was a chime ringing in my ears,
Your strength heaved me off my feet.
Let me capture every word that they say,
and virtually turn it against them.
They will see, as sharp as an eagle's eye
that I am the Judge of all times.
No one can judge without comprehending another.
I questioned again, Would your wind's song lift my soul?
Help guide my every footprint, and demolish misjudgment?
The wind spoke unto me saying,
"Haven't your requests been
answered with embracing?
I will help in every aspect of your life.
I will be your light to guide you
through your loneliness,
giving your heart what it needs;
returning what they seized spiritually.
I will give you a multitude of blessings,
be serene and trust in Me.
For, I am the Breeze,
that once gave you strength."