A Storm of Thoughts

Circle

Once the wind blew

Fast and strong.

Nothing inhibiting it.

Nothing caught hold of it.

It flowed like a river

Into the memories of past

And into the meaning of life.

The wind gave me life.

But now the wind is obstructed

By the windmill.

Which makes it go in circles

And never go free.

The wind of poetry

That got stuck at my fingertips

Which would not flow down

Like the ink that got stuck in a pen.

I ripped paper after paper

For not being able to put down

My thoughts in words.

The wind that gave me life.

The wind that made me feel alive.

The wind of my life.