finding meaning

 AUTHORS NOTE: 

        I wrote this one in 2021.


finding meaning



Midday sun lights the path

As the wind coats the earth in a cold bath

She stands there, arms outstretched

To the lavender plants that relieve her stress 

Stationed in perfect rows, letting the wind carry their scent

Coursing through her, possibly whispering a hint

To the key? 

The smell of rain is near 

Thick with a peaceful freshness but hides an impression of fear

Notice the breeze picking up into a gust

Her eyes look left, facing the wind with trust

Floating cloth caressing her arms begs her to fly

A rush of air builds until it threatens to take her high

Leaning back into its strength, she closes her eyes

Taking in the strong blow as a breath as it flies

To keep it forever?

Exhale

Tiny taps interrupt the roaring winds

Falling onto her face, the message it sends

Tells the listener to stay because it is lonely here

All it wants is to be known, to be a tear

To make it clear?

Droplets make their way to become one with her

Slowly making it so sure

Taps drown out the winds that whisper

As they fall faster, anxious to connect to its sister

She smiles through the soft pain that hits her skin

Wet hair frames her face with a glistening trim

Crying along with the water 

The world starts to seem so much smarter

Watching her share her pain

She would never know how much she could gain

Standing strong against the raging rain

Holding on and taking it as if waiting for a train

With love and passion?

Falling to her knees, the ground braces her grief

It stabilizes her and her belief

That all things can be great

If she grants it her fate

The rain begins to fade 

To let the sun become its trade

Her beautiful mind has been washed 

Clean of doubt if not tossed

Looking out from a different perspective

The rain-made mirrors are reflective

Blinding as the sun catches their hiding spots 

Lighting up all of the right plots

Transforming her into a glowing ray

Like a magic change at play

Turning her to look at 

What she had become?

What she had always and forever was there the whole time

It was waiting for her to finally notice


Poems, Short Stories

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