The Soft Whispers of Recovery

7/300. I went with a different style. aabba, ccddc, eeffe, gg. I know I learned it from some form of sonnet, but I only stole the rhyme scheme. I hope you enjoy the piece!

I feel the soft wind whisper into my ear.

It’s windpipes silently speaking so I can hear.

Why art thou so timid and troubled?

Is there any semblance of trust under this rubble?

Slowly stopping my steps to choke back a tear.

 

Maybe the wind knows I missed my lofty expectations.

That my mirror reminds me that I’m an unworthy creation.

Where did you hear such words that are so costly?

It whispers in my ear ever so softly.

The wind’s questions act upon my needed sedation.

 

Calming my nerves, allowing me to be vulnerable.

Could this life become one that is tolerable?

Why do you constantly seek their affirmation?

Perhaps because to them, I’m a horrendous aberration.

Sometimes I ask myself if depression is severable.

 

The cool spring breeze picks up and wraps its arms around my chest.

Soon these unrealistic standards must be put to rest.

Photo from Cristina Anne Costello on Unsplash

Author's Note

This is a poem about the times I would go on walks to calm my anxiety and depression. Normally, I would listen to music and get really deep into my emotions. Other times I prayed. Every time I would feel connected through the soft touch of the breeze caressing the hairs on my arms. It always put me at peace and helped me sort out the lies I was believing.

Reviews

[Adrian X Fuentess]

That second stanza got me good!
It's like, you just have to think it and the wind hears it.

"Where did you hear such words that are so costly?"
Oh, such a painful sentence bc I would NOT like to answer it.

Powerful.

[Nomo]

thank you for sharing. I used to go for runs I still do but lately it's been harder. I understand where you come from with this spectacular read.

[Ziggy Matthews]

Thank you so much for your kind words!