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I shout into the wind

the full volume of my pain

and listen for the answer

echoing back at me in silence…

my hands fisted at my side,

my soul reaching for hope.

Even on the most hope-

less days, the night wind

comforts, loves, caresses my side

and gently lifts my pain

offering me peace, silence

and hints at the answer

I have been searching for…answers

to my desperation…this subtle hope

sings to me in this silence,

accompanied by the whispering wind…

the balm to my soul’s pain..

wind’s fingers tracing the inside

of my open collar, along the side

of my neck.  What if the answer

to happiness, is embracing the pain?

Could that be our hope?

Pain danced away in the wind,

twirling in the dark silence?

Slowly the raging cacophony falls silent

and peace settles gently inside.

My mind still on the wind’s

Embrace, no longer looking for an answer

just awash in that elusive hope…

for the moment, a reprieve from pain.

I look into the eyes of pain

reflected in my mirror… silence

all around me… hope

slowly growing deep inside.

Questions forgotten, unanswered

for the moment, healed by the wind.

Despite the pain always inside

Despite the silence, years with no answer

I will forever find hope, waiting on the wind.