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
