Wishful Thinking Through Wind and Fog

A poem that dares one to recognise their vulnerabilities and imperfections, and calls to action to either accept them as part of who you are or change them if, and only if, you feel they hold you down

Wind and Fog of the night, I hear your moan

    As you sweep over water and hover over stone

       I call upon you to take away the problems I own

          The fears and worries buried deep within my bone

             Many of which affect me and that I do not condone

                Some of which dictated the way that I have grown

                   All of which slowed me from possessing my throne

                      So I have come to you for the mercy you have shown

                         As I wish to reclaim myself, so my person I can hone

 

 

 

            The days just pass and in the nights I only cry

                Shedding pools of tears coupled with many sighs

                   And I ponder over Wind and Fog and how you fly

                      Wishing in the few moments that you swiftly pass by

                         If you could take with you the traits that make me shy

                            Amongst many many others, we need to search and pry

                               Deep into who I really am and extract the parts that lie

                                  As well as the parts that make me empty, shallow and dry

                                     Please remove the pain I conceal and then perhaps I can try

                                        To explore the parts of me that remain and ask myself why

                                           I allowed the effects of time passed to leave me taut and tied

                                              And hope that you can capture the part of me that needs to die

 

 

 

                                     And so through Wind and Fog I bellow out my decree

     That will allow the person I truly am to finally live and be

In the hope that my fractured self can heal once again and see

                  This person I seem to have left behind, this person that is me...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and worthwhile thoughts in the poetry.
"And so through Wind and Fog I bellow out my decree
That will allow the person I truly am to finally live and be
In the hope that my fractured self can heal once again and see
This person I seem to have left behind, this person that is me..."
I liked the above lines. Left the reader with some left-over of hope. Hard to find old face. Life steal from us. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[DevKass92]

Thank you Coyote

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.