The Way the Wind Blows

The Way the Wind Blows

Looking out

towards the sea,

as the waves crash

around me.

They reach up

to where I stand,

safe for now.

On dry land,

but I teeter

on my toes,

as behind me

the wind blows.

No point resisting:

I have for too long.

So I give in

to the wind’s sweet song.

skinny and frail,

 I think of the past,

wishing for

the fall to last.

Never loved,

and too smart

with no hope

of a fresh start.

Down I fall

to greet the sea

my crown falling

just past me

and my dress billows

out, with my locks.

I see not the sea

but sharp rocks.