Wind

in gusts
and frozen gasps
i am assailed.
by drifts
of currents and
of time
i find myself
in motion
Turned by winds
that I've grown to hate

My limbs
turn to liquid
and I am torn
between being stationary
or something wicked
Flowing in time
keeping with
things that drag me along
I am an unwilling participant
in wind's embrace

I called upon deities
to keep me still
I nailed my feet to the earth
to keep myself from wandering
but unheard
and uprooted
I am tossed
int this fury again
Losing my breath again
Losing my footing
hating this unseen pressure
this dictator of wills
that I,
try hard to fight against
yet fail again

But no,
mirrors encase me
as I curse the wind
they spin in circles
'round me
whirling violently
I throw myself against them
and in the reflective chaos
I realize I have no
reflection

just gusts
and frozen gasps
drifts of currents and of time
turned by winds-
I am wind-
turned my mechanisims
of my own design.
~brittany
4-18-10