Gust
Feelings are like the gust of wind,
It comes and goes as it wishes,
Leaving its trail under our skin,
Having touched all of our bruises;
A presence that makes itself known,
Demands from us to be heard and felt,
Feelings of which we had disowned,
Buried within our hearts unquelled;
A chorus of vibes and sensations,
Sang the song of Melancholy,
Begged us all to be its audience,
Unheard and unseen by nobody;
Trapped inside our bodies unrelieved,
Burying them within not be seen,
Nowhere to escape, no air to breathe,
Yet we got caught entangled between;
How could we allow ourselves to heal?
If sugarcoating with lies could negate,
Emotions our hearts are afraid to feel,
Reasoning within our minds to evade;
If within us had fought a war,
Can we surrender to come at peace?
The gust within we can’t ignore,
Allow it to gather and be released.
