not so gentle

hear the wind whistle
thrusting fingers into
any cracks it can find
rising to a shriek
where it finds defiance.
the doors creak
under it’s shoving
shoulder as it braces
to force a way in.

i sit here listening.
the strength being
spent in an effort
to reach me
when that is not
what I want,
in fact it scares me.

grateful for
security and shelter.


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