Taming the Wind to Embrace the Rain

 

Watch,

Wait.

 

Take a breathe,

Realize who you are.

Then realize again that you can’t.

 

So stand still,

Watch the rain,

As it meets your lips,

But don’t drink.

Let it run out off your face,

Impervious to the cold,

Yet you shiver.

The road was never so black,

Swallowing the water you refused.

 

Feel the ice in your veins,

Hot blood cooled,

Freezing chaos and order together,

So neither matter.

 

Don’t worry,

It’s too cold for that,

And don’t mind that either,

You don’t feel it.

 

Open your eyes wider child.

You’re still missing the point.

Still feeling the cold,

Afraid to lose your warmth.

 

Ignore that sensation.

You’ll be fine,

It takes time,

But you’ll get used to it.

And keep those eyes open.

I know it’s difficult.

You must embrace the cold,

Not fear it.

Keep still.

I see your shivers.

Make them your own action.

Sway with the wind,

Yes.

Keep your mouth shut,

Refrain from the water.

I know you’re thirsty.

That’s good.

But keep still.

Eyes open, dear.

See, you’ve stopped shivering.

No numbness, I assume?

Good…, good.

Your eyes are fine,

Keep watching.

Soon enough.

Do you hear that?
The wind?

No, you feel it.

You talk to it.

You ask it.

And it answers

Author's Note

Before I get the actual Author Note down, I need to make a VERY important comment. (Or important to me) The image assoiated with this, is not meant to have any meaning to it but for the artistic purpose of representing this piece of writing. If anyone find it offensive, I apoligize profusely, but in all honesty, I Googled at least 12 pages of images, trying to find a different piece that was less exposed, but none of them portrayed the same image. And when I say "portray the same image" I mean an angel sitting in the dark, while the sky empties and the wind is blowing like nuts. Please, I can't emphasize how much it mean to me that anyone reading this understand the reasoning for picking this picture. Thank you for understanding, and if you seriously have an issue, bring it up with me. I'd hate to offend anyone.

This story was originally written for Writer's Window, but was never posted. Therefore, I'm going to reuse the Author Note from Writer's Window...

This poem does not mean what you think it means. Even if what you thought it meant really is what it meant, it doesn't really mean that meaning. (Don't hesitate to read through those last sentences again) This is the dialogue of a teacher mentoring his student to see. For seeing is the shade that blinds our understanding. By seeing, you are going blind to understanding. Therefore, one can only truly see, after they have been blinded, and reached understanding.

Really though, do this at least once in your life, and maybe you'll understand what I mean.

Reviews

[amailleia]

well, now i get it...sorta...i get what you mean in the authors note...sorta...lots a sorta. i can kinda see what its supposed to aim you towards...i think. im confused again! But all in all, good poem once again.

[Quill]

Wow, that was great! I like the fact that there is a lot to think about.

-Quill