The Wind

The wind swoops into my room,
Unseen and unheard.
I feel it rushing through my hair
And I smile sadly.

I want it to last all through the night,
Just so I won't feel alone.
I want it to sweep away all my worries,
And take them far, far away.
But that does not happen.

Sighing, I turn my head away from the wind,
Suddenly annoyed with it.
The wind, seeming to feel my annoyance,
Blows with renewed gusto.

It tries to catch my attention,
By making my hair fly about wildly.
Even more annoyed, I shut my windows,
Stopping the wind from entering.

Now the wind can be heard, banging against the windows,
Rattling the shutters noisily.
It bangs and howls for more than an hour,
Wanting to receive my attention.
Let it howl and rage all it wants,
I think bitterly, ignoring it.

Suddenly it stops, followed by a thick silence,
That fills the room, suffocating me.
Puzzled with the sudden silence,
I get up and walk to a window.
I open it and peer outside,
Thinking that any moment the wind will be back.
But I'm wrong.

There's no trace of the howling wind,
That was threatening to break down my windows just minutes ago.
There's not even a gentle, soothing breeze to comfort me,
Just a deathly silence hanging in the air.

I shut the window, miserable and disappointed.
Then all I do is lie down and weep.

-Rhea. B
01.07.07

Control

A few forced smiles,
A few forced laughs-
This is all she needs to convince them,
Convince them that everything is alright.

She's so cheerful on the outside,
So radiant and bright.
But only she feels the growing emotion,
The emotion of depression inside her.

This emotion threatens to take over,
Threatens to break her down.
But she thrusts it aside,
And buries it deep within herself.

Her eyes glisten with tears, now and then,
Tears that she tries to control.
They all believe its the trick of the light,
Not noticing that she's breaking into pieces inside.

She just wants to end it all,
End it and be free.
But she knows that that will be a coward's play,
And that life will get better one day.

Thus, she faces life and waits,
She waits for that day in her life,
That day when her eye's will not be glistening,
With tears and emotions ready to overflow.

-Rhea. B
16.03.07