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.