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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