The Whispers in the Wind
Jan 13

I am the wave of time held still,
A whisper riding on the chill.
The child once lost, the one you missed—
Now grown enough to break the twist.

I broke from grief’s relentless hold,
Cast love like spells, fierce and bold.
I am the hush before the thaw,
The burn of summer’s golden draw.

I’ll cut you deep if caged too tight,
Yet drown you soft in dream and night.
If voice is stolen, kept from light,
I'll claim it back beneath the moon’s bite.

Cautious, yes—but never weak,
Misread me, and the flood will speak.
For what I want, I’ll rise, I’ll run—
I’ll drain the silence till it’s done.