The wind is acting up, searching for a cause
after centuries breezing through leaves unnoticed. It’s
tired of being treated like background noise, never
prayed for the way the rain is, so now it’s going
in circles, passing through wheatfields, trying to
say: I can flatten a town and will not stop
until every roof is ripped from its home, ’til
every frightened face turns upward and finally sees. You
cannot ignore a thing this furious and still call yourself wise
while it drags everything you buried up.
🌬️🌬️🌬️🌬️🌬️🌬️🌬️🌬️🌬️
Formatting looks weird on my phone (I copied and pasted from my google doc) but this is a golden shovel using the line “cause it’s never going to stop ‘til you wise up” from Aimee Mann’s song Wise Up.
The daily prompt was to write about the wind.
About the Creator
Tina D. Lopez
Finally realizing I need to start acting like the main character in my own life. Writing helps me figure out where I keep losing the plot and giving away my spotlight. My story is a big mix of drama, comedy, tragedy, thriller, and, horror.
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