Whispers on the wind will tell you my deepest regrets.

My untold secrets.

My shame.

Oh how I hate the wind.

How it blows all out of place.

How it takes my thoughts with it.

How it brings back the pain I’ve left.

It stings my skin and draws up the grit of the past and leaves it at my feet.

It’s cold and dark. Even in the daylight.

It blows everything from me, stealing.

Taking from me what I need to be.

Unforgiving and cruel.

Blowing, blustery and unforgiving.