Ink In the Wind

I tremble when I hear the voice of the wind saying,
“why should I even care
if my actions close the eyes
of those who yield to me?”
and all that I know
is that here I stand with pen in hand
in a world of my own making,
contemplating
a potential stalemate.

The time has come and whispers to me
from the lips of the universe
that the stairs of the fiercest storm
are covered with everything
that I have hidden in my mind,
confusion attempts to run
through my veins creating a madness
with fingers
oh so unkind.

I gaze at the warm sun and wonder how
I lost the desire
I had in my younger days
to bravely sing to the world
from a throat that had not forgotten
how it feels to stand in the gap
or what it takes to expose winds
that do not care
who their actions destroy.

With pen in hand I speak to the wind
with words the same as if
I called upon
twelve thousand angels
whose wings float upon each gale
as if they were merely
part of a beautiful dream,
once again I feel safe
in this world of my own making,
my trembling ends.

Reviews

[Amanda Dawn Sanderson-G..]

Beautiful, but that was to be determined even before I began reading... :) I love how your own words make you feel at peace, safe in this world. When I feel lonely or scared... I write, it definitely does help make the trembling stop. God bless you for your passionate words of wisdom.

[Lily Mae]

You know Neva this is amazing.. there's so much about this that touches my heart..xx

[Kenneth The Poet]

A potential statement no more, born into a powerful notion.

Love it.

[JRB]

and all that I know is that here I stand with pen in hand in a world of my own making, nice line good write

[Da Filkman]

You are a true seeker of truth.

Thank you for allowing me to be a small part of that journey :)

[Hayley]

I get a peaceful vibe from this poem. It is almost as if you are saying you still haven't lost that brave voice inside you, the one that in the world of your own making. I feel that the pen in your hand has always been and will always be the safe haven. The quote that comes to mind is from a My Chemical Romance song.
"I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone"
Such a contemplative write that is very versatile.

[Garfield Rupe]

This poem could fit many people from many walks of life. A mother worried for her son,a father worried for his daughter,and a husband or wife one worried about the other The Final stanza seems to hit home
With pen in hand I speak to the wind
with words the same as if
I called upon
twelve thousand angels
whose wings float upon each gale
as if they were merely
a part of a beautiful dream,
in this world of my own making,
my trembling ends

[Inyourshadow]

Love the way you speak of your former self unafraid to be heard above the storm in a whisper that gives voice to inner fears and casts them adrift on borrowed wings letting them go forever.

You have such a pleasant way of expressing yourself through your poetry, keep em' coming