blow me

the wind
when it blows like this
howling
angry
a woman scorned
sets my teeth on edge
pulls a sadness
from deep inside me
dancing with my anxiety
the wind
it feels like a warning
like a lesson
i don’t want to learn

i live in the prairie lands of the midwest. winds start blowing here, and they just don’t stop. i usually love the wind. but sometimes it blows in a maniacal and high-pitched fervor. it blows in a way that i don’t remember the wind blowing when i was a kid. it feels wrong somehow. so when it blows like this, i just want to hide.
which is what i spent most of yesterday doing.
hiding from the wind.

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