The wind blows softly in the darkness
The cool wind whisks across my face
In the chill of the this long lonely night
I hear you whisper in the breeze
"It's ok,"
It flows like velvet draped across my flesh
The words linger in the shadows and I hold my breath
"You're free," I hear the sound so faintly
One might imagine those words were never uttered
Not me...
"I hear you," I reply to the wind in a sound so low, even I could barely make out the words
Silence...the wind stills
The chill fades
The sun begins to peak over the horizon
And once again
I'm alone
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Mean Girl Diaries
PoetryA collection of poetry written from the mean girl that spans over several decades.
