An Ill Breeze

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An Ill Breeze

Volatile emotional instability
pain so deep I can’t concentrate
desperation fuels my very being
broken and ignored for so long
hoping for some divine intervention
I took some sage advice from a book
I cast my troubles to the wind.

In my minds eye I released them
saw the foul things take to the air
a persistent festering of agony gone
as sweet relief showed herself to me
I held and kissed her deeply
the sweet taste of her was on my lips
but the wind quickly changed
became an ill breeze
that brought it all back.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads and shared with Poets United.

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32 thoughts on “An Ill Breeze

  1. The wind can be both soothing and agitating to the nerves.. and yes I agree with Jae when she says that learning to love yourself as you are is perhaps the most difficult thing to do. Beautifully penned 🙂

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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    1. At least we can learn to accept ourselves. We are the lucky ones, being writers we can work through so many emotions and express them in ways that others can’t. Art is that way too. Thanks for stopping by Jae!

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    1. I got all of your comments Sherry but moderation held them up to be approved. I think it was the link (your email address) that did it. So happy they weren’t lost! I will be glad to email you. Thanks you so much!

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