Black Poetry : The wind and the breeze

dnommo

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Mar 19, 2001
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Baltimore, Md.
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Teacher of English, Literature & Poetry
The wind swept up my pain
Taking it to places I could
Never reach by land or sea
Leaving me vulnerable to joy;

The breeze tickled my senses
Inviting happiness to visit as I
Rested in moments of reminisce
Of long lost unfulfilled aspirations;

The wind grab my long history
Pulling it left and right shaking
Out the things that kept me from
Growing, leaving my true purpose;

The breeze kissed my motivation
Inspiring me to continue through
The wilderness and narrowed paths
To a place of clay’s reformation;

The wind grab the voices of doubt
Spinning them in a twister of truth
With gust so loud that I am deafened
By the high pitch voices of success;

The breeze embraced my life gently
Reaching within me to find those places
Where true love exists and trust runs free
Awaiting another vessel to pour into…
 

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