My most desired trait
Is to be like the wind; to be like you.
I want to be able to learn to let go
When I need to. Not to cling like splatters of
Mud to an exposed leg.
To be free, to be formless.
To shift through air swiftly like you do.
I know now why they call you the wind,
Why they call you a hurricane.
You float around and brush past my skin
And just like that you also leave.
My body is still covered in goosebumps.
I made myself vulnerable to your impressions.
You left a mark on me.
I am caught up in your storm
While you’re nowhere to be seen.
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Vicky Babczyk
18 year old with a passion for writing in all categories :)
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