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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.
Capricious Poet 
Blow blow thou bitter wind
Interesting poem of not being able to rid yourself of the past. Writing is cathartic and helps a great deal. Poets are lucky…I agree.
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Aren’t you glad you write Rall? Thank you!
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Keeping control of what goes on in our minds is not an easy thing. Thank goodness for those moments of clarity. Even if they can be taken by the wind.
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Those moments of clarity are what keeps us sane, Magaly.
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Yes, ma’am!
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No we can’t rely on fickle wind. Lovely writing Beckie. I enjoyed this so much.
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Thank you Myrna!
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I liked where this piece went full circle
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I’m glad you enjoyed it ZQ. Thank you!
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Yes the wind is not a constant friend.. but the strength is within you, waiting.
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Wise words my friend. Thank you!
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The wind can be fickle….Love this piece!
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Thank you so much Susie!
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Well described.
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Thank you Rosemary!
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this constant struggle for concentration is very well put…the mind is a naughty and disobedient child so we have to handle it with care…
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The mind can be a dangerous thing indeed Sumana. Thank you!
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Reading the poem I could hear the wind whispering too and for you it told told tales that you were trying to forget. How touching this poem is.
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Love your comment oldegg! Thank you!
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I feel the emotion in this one, Bekkie. And…oh if only casting one’s troubles to the wind really was a solution. Especially if the wind is an ill breeze!!
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If only Mary. Thank you!
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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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That is so true Sanaa! We do the best we can I think. Thank you!
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Learning to love yourself is the hardest thing…I think writing – ridding the bad..treasuring the good has to be a part of the process – a wonderful poem
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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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Accept is a much better word – thank you –
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Thank you, for your comments Jae!
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My comments do not seem to be posting……..testing…..
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I can feel the pain, and then the ease…….this seems to be a capricious wind, as well as poet. Smiles. Bekkie, would you please email me at wildwoman2@shaw.ca ? I have a question for you.
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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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The wind can both sooth and rip apart… sometimes we have to fly a kite, and the next day seek a shelter leewards…
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Thank you for visiting Bjorn!
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