When The Wind Blows, prose by Kirkuleze at Spillwords.com

When The Wind Blows

When The Wind Blows

written by: Kirkuleze

 

My heart beats the continuous melody of a sad song when I think of how you died so very young. I so badly want to skip the track and listen to a different sound. Your angelic voice I used to love grooving to when you were around. I tried to pretend that I just woke up from a bad dream when it came to your sudden demise, and I would see your smiling face when I opened my eyes. I know in my mind that everyone eventually dies, but when it came to your death, my heart would rather believe the lies. The thought of losing a child is parents’ biggest fear, and not even Noah’s rain could outlast our tears.
When I was about to give up on life, because I couldn’t seem to cope, you came to me in a dream and gave me hope. We were walking in the woods when you were about three, and you asked me what was that sound that came from the trees? I told you not to be afraid, that sound was something special that God had made. As the wind tickled our skin with its crisp morning air, and playfully messed up our hair, I said to you, the only way a tree can truly grow, is by waving and saying, “I love you”, when the wind blows. It was that dream that helped change my life because the message was so crystal clear. Just because I don’t see you, doesn’t mean you’re not always here. So although you’re not here in the physical, I will always walk with you in my mind and heart, and death will never bring us apart. I no longer choose to live with misery and strife, because I know I have to represent you throughout my life. I take comfort in knowing, that on days when I have highs, and especially on days when I have lows, you’re always here to whisper “I love you” when the wind blows.

Kirkuleze

Kirkuleze

I love poetry! I try and let the words just spill out without thinking about it, to the point where I'm not sure how the poem will start or finish. I enjoy after writing a poem, to go back to the beginning to read it, as someone who is reading it for the first time. I hope my poems can inspire, motivate, or just make people think outside their box that they put themselves in. I've questioned my purpose, and what I'm suppose to be doing. I don't know, maybe this is it.
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