The Wind
To escape the chaos, I seek out the wind.
Poetry
The Wind
To escape
the chaos,
I seek out
the wind.
When life became tough to handle
I escape with my dog
to walk the rolling hills
near my house.
There would always be a wind.
Hot wind in the summer,
cool breeze in the spring and fall,
and, a cold harsh wind in the winter.
The wind always blows away my troubles
and reminds me that there is always
something outside myself
that has no emotions to touch or control.
Instead,
the wind can move the leaves on the trees.
The wind can move a snow flurry.
The wind can even blind during a storm.
Refreshed and comforted
by the chaos of the wind,
I find the calm within myself
to face my world.
This poem was inspired at a virtual writing workshop I attended held by Living Hyphen.
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