WIND
By: Nicole
I sit and the wind covers my face, hardening the tears as they escape. My being is hollow and I want her to be filled again. I want to fill her with what she used to be. A girl filled with love and excitement, a girl filled with hopes and dreams, a girl fileed with smiles and acceptance. She's no longer in there. Where has she gone? What have I done to her? Why has she left me all alone with this shell of what looks like the girl I used to know?
She's gone! She left and without warning. She's gone!
The wind is blowing all around me and I feel the greatness of it. If I could fly like the birds and be in the sky overlooking this shell, what would I think? I'd see this shell of clay molded by my creator and wonder why is she just sitting there crying all alone. Why isn't she up and living herlife like she was created to do? Why is she so sad?
The wind touches every fiber of my shell. I feel my hair brush my face and the breeze on my limbs. I want to sit like this forever, never feeling anything bad again. Just the wind on my shell over and over again!
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