Renita Boyle ~ Day 2 of napowrimo 2014- 30 poems in 30 days Posted in fall, seasons, nature, identity

I hate the wind.

It unsettles me.

It howls through the cracks in my abandonments,

kicks up my insecurities,

blows at my back like a bully,

and scatters my thoughts.

Words fly about in the trees.

Everything is disordered.

I am stripped of certainty,

branches creak,

joints ache,

boughs break,

I am bare.

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