
I wrote this during english class while we were tlaking about metaphors. I miss my past, not the recent past, more like years ago, when I was little and everything was so simple. I miss the past winds and the joy and inocence they brought with them.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 157 - Published: 01-11-10 - id: 2762868
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I miss the past winds
They whisked away the storm clouds
And helped me see the sun
They brought with them joy
Singing to me songs of innocence
Whisking away my fears
Making me believe I could fly
They brought friends
Just as it whisked the fallen leaves around my legs
It made me believe that if I leaned into it
It would carry me through all my tribulations
It whispered to jump
It whispered it's promise of
Freedom…
Of security
I jumped
And it was gone
The friends it had brought me
Gone
The storm clouds it moved
Stayed
The joy it brought
Deflated
The innocence it reminded me of
Was no more
I hit the ground hard
My pride was scraped and bruised
I walked away older
Suddenly aware of my surroundings
Suddenly lost under the forming storm clouds
Those were darker than ever
I heard the thunder roar
I miss the past winds
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