9 Nov 2015

On windy days

On windy days
lady nature is raving
delirious in her rage
all is brought back to the surface
she had been quiet for too long
letting loose her wrath
ploughing old hurt and buried grief
nothing ever really dies

On windy days
old nameless yearnings fall and shatter from
walls I carefully laid to keep my haunting demons at bay
all my hard earned peace and calm tossed in the wind
the tree shakes in hysterical laughter at me
on windy days lady nature reminds me
that the past remains, no use in burying the dead
nothing ever really dies