literature

The Wind

Deviation Actions

Figarro-Luv's avatar
By
Published:
459 Views

Literature Text

I hear its gentle whisper as it glides through my ear.
I can feel it dancing with the reeling strands of my hair.
As it hugs me tenderly,
my cheeks, my lips, my eyes,
I hum with such a sensation.
It carries me through my wilderness,
metaphoric or poetic.
It pulls me up,
twirls me 'round,
making the folds of my dress eager to fly with me.
I'm diluted from my thoughts.
My once worries are now carefree.
My thoughts sooth and linger,
dwelling within my rendered mind.
I feel as if...
Spirits lift me of my sorrows.
It calls to me...

But when angry,
its gentle whisper becomes a blood curdling scream.
Its dances turn into tango's.
It's hugs become its traps.
and its brightness of day darkens to the pits of hell.
When enraged or hurt,
its terrifying roar withers my teething brain.
Instead of lifting me up,
it slams me to the ground,
back to my reality... My heart wrenching reality.
He scares me...

But it is not always so...

He sighs when I sing,
he holds me when I cry,
He binds to me when I am weak,
He gives me strength,
when I can no longer breathe.
His grabs onto mine when I cannot see.

Yet, there are times when he lets me go.
There are times when I feel nothing at all...
It... He stands in perfect silence,
can become invisible to every sense.
Yes.
There is such a thing as absolute
nothing.
Then,
I am a  soulless being,
full of sadness and grief when I do not feel him.
When I do not feel him,
I do not feel.
Its what makes me stand still;
its what makes me whither in my place.
It's what makes me slowly decay...
It makes me think.

But those moments,
those memorable moments,
one's who seem to alter time and space,
to set me free and live in paradise,
are worth a lifetime of a smile,
an eternity, for one moment of peace,
knowing that I am not alone,
when he does hold me within his embrace.
those moments return,
when he holds me once more
and he sighs, "I am here".

And through all this time,
I thought that it was just the wind whispering to me.
Through all this time,
I thought the wind was holding me.

No...

It was just a little more...
It was my daddy's hands
Holding me tight.
It was my daddy's voice whispering,
"I love you".
This is something that took all day to write. This is my 5th or 6th rewrite, and it's pretty freaking awesome.

Is it sad?

Many, many, MANY people had told me that it was sad (most of which have father issues like myself)

Now, I don't know if I am talking about my actual father or God.

But I suppose, in a way it's both. I feel as if both hold me up sometimes...

This is, as many of my writings are, dedicated to my daddy.

And for those of you who have lost someone near and dear, next time you feel the wind, keep it in your mind that it could be your loved one hugging you telling you that everything is going to be okay.
© 2012 - 2024 Figarro-Luv
Comments21
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Tomoko-Karahime's avatar
wow this was a beautiful poem to read :)