The wind wants to teach you

“The wind wants to teach you”

 
Tragedy climbs your walls with claws the color of rain.
It does not come alone. It drags that phone call,
another hospital room, pale dread, blowing ash and
forms you do not have the money to fill.
Claw marks trail in a steady dark line,
cracks spread, and you huddle deeper inside the walls
beneath a tattered tarp of prayer.
On the beleaguered battlements of the wall
what will climb up next?
 
You wait. Wait. Wait.
 
Breaking soul, the wind wants to teach you that tragedy cannot fly
and that the sky is still yours.
Your tattered tarp will yet be wings of pearl.
 
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