Living Wind
by Sara Harricharan I don't know why I'm still alive. Sometimes I think I should've died. Instead, I live. To see past everything and nothing. The wind is rough today. I don't know if I can stand to be inside. Uncle Jim doesn't want me to go out. He's scared of tornadoes. The sky is gray, not green, I doubt the wind will spiral down to claim me. It has left me alone, these long, four years. "Cassie..." Uncle's voice fades away as I slip through the door. The wind is ravenous. Jerking my hair in every which direction, kissing my lips for a winter blister. I smile. The power. The beauty. The majesty. If only, I could, but be a part of this. The unwritten story of praise. The feel of the future to come. Everything is green and gold-through rose-colored glasses. My hair ribbon is loosening. Someone must miss me. That is why the wind is here. I pull the satin strand from tangled tresses. Fluttering, straining in my grasp, it wiggles away on invisible waves. Goodbye love. Sara Harricharan is a young Christian woman with a passion for writing for the Lord through faith-filled Science Fiction/Fantasy stories and pure words. www.fictionfusion.blogspot.com Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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