The Whispers Of The Wind

May 23, 2012
By MayaReardon SILVER, Boston, Massachusetts
MayaReardon SILVER, Boston, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
"No, you cant be my hero, everybody has to learn how to be their own kind of hero"

Whispers of the wind
Ruffling through me
Telling me everything yet nothing
Leaving me chasing for more
Will I shatter these raindrops slipping from my eyes?
Crystals spun of salt water,
Over wrought I yearn for more
For the release to take off the mask,
To stop playing pretend for forever more

I yearn to spin my own tale, not a tale of me for others
I don’t wish to whimper quietly
Sitting patiently
Hoping for the chance to let it slip off

I wish to yank it off and break it
Shatter the mask, letting what’s inside overwhelm me
But I cant, its stuck
I’m stuck pretending
Because if I don’t pretend, I have to see what’s under it

What I truly am
And I’m scared, so I cant
My hands are frozen in place
My mind stuck coming up with yet another fantasy

So I listen to the whispers of the wind
I let them sooth me, slide through me
I let myself test everything I know through them
I shatter all the raindrops I can

I try to let them slip off the mask blocking me
Instead of me being their release
They are mine
A chance to escape the game of lets pretend

And one day I will repay them
For bringing me people who help me slip it off
And make me watch as the mask shatters
Who watch me now as I whisper back into the wind

Thank you

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