The November Breeze


The November Breeze

The November breeze passes over my head–smooth yet so cold,
Bringing in clouds of uncertainties with it from the places long sold.
I wish I could take it only as a cool gust, but it was so long-drawn­­-out,
But still, I think I should just be patient this time around. 

Left to my own devices, I crouch to defend myself and stay calm;
 I’m skeptical if I won’t deform halfway up for the gust may transform.
I struggle not to fear it and try hard to find what is bright;
Perhaps, I’d be grounded enough then and pass this test alright.

Now, I’m not afraid of losing my breath as I stay upright,
Nor of the changes beyond my sight.
“Hold on Pain Ends” for HOPE is what they say;
I hold on to hope and wait for the breeze to blow away.


Been long since I wrote something ;) The poem was written in November of course, as I was lying and felt a sudden gust of wind. I’d love to hear from my readers about it J Good day people! Live laugh enjoy and share infinite love J

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