The Wind Poem by CATHY DAVIS
The Wind
IT WAS JUNE 3RD 1965 MY NIGHTMARE WIND TOOK MY SLEEP
PUSHED THE GOOD MARY-KAREN DREAM AWAY AND SHOWED ME
ONLY DESPAIR, I COULD DEMAND NOTHING, I WAS
NO LONGER IN CONTROL OF MY DREAMS
THE DARKNESS AND MONSTERS OF THE WORLD TOOK OVER
I HAD NO SAFE HAVEN FROM MY DAY OF DESPAIR ANY MORE.
HE SHOWED ME MY LIFE OF FAILURE AND JUST A HINT OF MY SAVIOR
AND LAUGHED AN EVIL LAUGHED, IT STUCK ME FUNNY THOUGH
THAT EVIL WAS MALE AND THE GOOD A LADY IN EVERY WAY.
I WAS PUSH HEATHER AND YONDER IN MY DREAMS OF DESPAIR, BUT IT GOT WORSE EVERY NIGHT
NOW I WAIT FOR MY SAVIOR TO GET WELL OR NEXT YEAR THE WIND SHALL PUSH ME TO MY SLEEP.
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5/6/2024 1:44:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Guess what? I felt the very same way throughout my entire adolescence because of the situation I found myself in through no fault of my own. However, there is a silver lining behind every cloud, and there is also one for you. Do not despair because life was meant to be lived. I know, I didn't think about it this way then either; but, I do now...4 decades later. So, what you have to do is get up, brush that dirt off the seat of your pants, and hold your head up and your back straight, and just look everyone dead in the eye and make them think YOU are the monster. It would serve them right. Love & hugs, Barbara