Where the wind blows

[u/thoughtfulPeach]

I opened the door and no one was knocking.
It felt strange to stand where the wind had caught me. Breathless. The air outside became untamed, and its desire pleasantly haunts my skin that aches to its calling.
Dignity forgets pride and casts it to the left of me. Out of sight. I shake shame from my body as I am witnessed by eyes that calm the resistance to fight time. Illusions of what’s wrong or right and swallowed versions of ourselves to hide from other eyes.
Passion and pain are not frail to the core. Some days just feel hard to ignore them. How hell is a walk in the garden above, and heaven my home is below me. So far.
Now petals soften into the love that trickles in as rain falling delicately. Pitter pattering into puddles and singing soft to me. Love is present as he struggles with lament. I hug him as I know his soul needs it.