
I Howl To The Wind
Halting The Churning In My Stomach
I howl the wind back into its rightful place — My companion, I no longer need you To cry into, and carry my voice as it rails I will tread a more gentle breeze Though anger and frustration a circular thing I am not a dog set on snapping its tail— My voice will whisper all the more piercing Into the ears of those who refuse to hear and listen
I will lower and precision my tone And hum happily to a serenade of peace and positivity And join in a chorus of meandering tuneful serenity — A waterfall of gentleness shall shower my path With petals of wisdom and thought
I will attune my outer ear to my inner ear And not conversely — an emerging euphony Then and only then shall I free my heart Count my blessings and embrace The responsibility of the wise And, contemplating the sources of grief and despair Silence my mind, and inhale the fresh air
Thank you Trisha Traughber for this beautiful writing and living prompt. Painting emotions with nature
