wind.

This is from a question in a writing prompt book. I am acting as the wind's interpreter.

I envy the sea. I envy the water. I envy the land. I envy the trees. I envy those that have a set course, a path to follow, a definite beginning and end. I dream of being limited; I am too free. I cannot be controlled. I am the lifter of the smallest strand of hair and the catalyst of the most devastating storm. I have killed many and I have brought peace to the innumerable. I am calm and I am chaotic. I am a passage and I am an obstacle. I am a home and I am an abandoned house. I am rare and I am abundant. I can be stopped and I can be created. I can give life and I can be a last breath. I can create music and I can take away the ability to hear melody. I can dry the foe’s tears and I can dampen the friend’s spirit. I am selfish. I am blind. I am unseen.

Author's Note

This is my first attempt at writing anything "deep." Its length and style makes it almost riddle-like, but I'm hoping people will enjoy it for what it is.

Reviews

[WillGrant]

I like this. You always here the phrase "be like the wind", but you never think of the down side. The grass is greener kind of thing. It's definitely deep. You travel for thousands of miles, but can never call a place home. Touch many, but never be touched. Thanks for sharing this Megan.

[Arthur Henn]

As having a deep affection for nature. I truly enjoyed this writing. The Title "Wind" Tied me into this poem. Well Done.