I couldn’t take comfort in the wind
Last night it blew unease
And scolded at the pane
Outbursts of something unresolved
Something sad and heavy wailed
And pushed against my soul
I tried to turn my mind
Or turn the wind
To merely gusts of winter
Full moon tugs against the tide
But still it left my conscious dreams
Restless and admonished
And I woke up wondering
What I must have left undone
Unsaid
Sara Mathews January 2019
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