A Song on the Wind – A Poem

I can feel the wind holding me.

Lifting up my arms,

I feel its embrace

as it reassures me,

tells me its secrets.

I tell it some of mine,

letting the wind pull them from me

like gifts, each one of them

given to the wind like an offering.

Letters take shape in the air;

I can see an “a” and the word “story”

followed by the words “from” and “within”.

I let the wind take away

what I no longer need,

all that I have been

holding onto; that’s my sacrifice.

As the words are torn from me,

I can see blood in the air

but I can also hear song,

music that I eventually realize

has the same beat of my heart.

I feel the wind and I give it everything

so that I can begin again.