Poetry: Life Changes Who We Are
February 17, 2020
Life Changes Who We Are The wind howled, It shook the house And tossed dead branches to the ground. What if I were the wind I questioned— Would I be a soft and gentle breeze Or might I blow as wild as the furies, Hot and cracking with the spark That could light a brush fire Without a care. Maybe life is Just a confluence of conditions That blows Like the wind Either wreaking havoc Or softly caressing Our worn-down souls. Once, I might have been a fury— Young and filled with eager energy Now I am the gentle breeze Caressing life with a touch like feather The cool tickle across my skin. We never remain the same for long Life changes who we are.
© March 2017
