She is the Wind

She is the wind

In the sense that she can be kind enough

To brush the hair behind your ears

As an unwavering and unfathomable expression of love, But she often does not know her own strength;

Casting herself upon you so powerfully That she sweeps it entirely across your face, and yet She does not apologize.

I feel her unwavering wrath, How she wishes not to be challenged by anyone or anything.

She is the one who knocks on our doors

To let us know that the sky shall soon fall.

She takes out her anger by thrashing against the sea

While inadvertently consuming any source of light in her path.

And regardless of how furious she may become, She does not apologize.

She is a part of me,

She is the air in my lungs and the source of my being,

And for this, I curse her when I feel that I may resemble her fury.

But I also know that I have acquired her ever resilient strength, And that perhaps I would not be myself without her.

So as I breathe her in, I welcome her and proceed to let her go.

And for this, I have accepted, that She does not apologize.

ByAlyziaHogue-Wildes