I REMEMBER THE WIND

 

I remember the wind…

When I was just a boy

it used to sing to me…

uttered secrets at night…

took me into its confidence...

The wind would whisper my name,

then speak of my destiny

in its howling voice…

Time came

when the wind sat still

hovering over earth in silence.

Other voices

whispered now…

spoke of my foolishness…

told me I was nothing…

haunted my days with

mumblings…

murmurings…

mutterings…

They pierced this boy

with rumors and pain.

How I longed for the wind

to speak to me again,

as the years etched

scars deep in my soul…

In my despair

I called out its name

and it came to me

in whispers once more...

the voice of an angel

breathed into me afresh…

said my soul was free,

and I knew it was so…

I smile now when

I remember the wind…

Author's Note

Written as a reminder to me of the despair and depression that nearly overtook me. I am so very thankful now for each new day that is like a priceless gift

Reviews

[Lizanne]

The time of carefree youth when anything was possible, the wind spoke to you at night. Soft breezes blowing into an open bedroom window gently touching your face and body. Telling you all the wonderful things the world had in store for you. Then suddenly all is a deathly quiet and there is a new sound of despair and depression. Odd, how loud they can be. The wind is still there, but their constant mumblings drown the wind out. Until the day you call out loudly enough for the wind to hear and it carried you a healing message. Upon releasing the wind, despair and depression were evicted and your soul could once more breath. You were whole again. May you continue to be blessed with the soft breezes of life. This was a beautiful work about the sadness that can suddenly emerge, plunging one into darkness, but ends on such a positive note.

[cest la vie]

The wind; ironic how it's something you can not see yet is so profoundly powerful. This is one of my favorite writes of yours. It speakes of despair and hope and contains a powerful lesson.. That through our darkness nights, the new dawn brings new hope. Your spirit is mightier than the darkness and your present state of mind proves it.. Thank you Craig for this hopeful piece...

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Wow Craig not sure what to say... i very deeply gripping piece of writing... harsh memories can go from being an enemy torturing you to a blessing in showing you what living really means.

[Stacey Watts]

Very well written. It is hard when we look back to the things of childhood especially when we suffer from depression. Very heartfelt and nicely written. I am glad you have overcome that part. It is a struggling effort at times. Very well expressed.

[Deepshikha]

This is so beautiful!
Truly, your words give the wind life and the speaker emotion.