Wind

by Geraldine Dil

In exhilaration I raise my face

to the heavens,

To feel the wind

gushing against my cheeks.

I spread my arms and close my eyes,

Willing the wind to carry me off.

It whips my hair across my face,

mocking my restrained life

While it is boisterous and free.

Running in circles, I play its game,

Allowing it to laugh at me.

But I laugh back,

A carefree laugh

I haven’t heard for a while.

The wind has given me

a fraction of its magic,

To give me a taste

of true freedom.

It is enough.

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