the wind

she settled into the wind
as it rasped through the air
and despite the despair
she was feeling at the time,
she smiled nonetheless
as it bristled her hair.

strangely,
there was something
comforting
and familiar
she could sense
in the zealous breeze;
upon realising
exactly why,
it made her freeze.

stop

in her tracks.

stunned,
utterly stunned
by how the wind
was her
and vice versa;

blowing everywhere,
yet nowhere in particular
blowing uncontrollably,
blowing for every
yet no reason at all.

it wasn’t even fall,
though she’d still fallen
and wasn’t sure quite when
she,
like the wind,
would stop.