wind

it's funny how time repeats itself

she thought,

as she stood in the barren field

rose in hand,

as the shine in her eyes dripped away as tears.

slowly, the wind began to push harder

as she lifted her head,

holding back a storm.

longer she stood,

the petals of the rose, slowly wilting, drifted further away

as time moved around her.

it got harder to hold her head up

it's ok to let a few tears fall

the wind pushed further,

and further,

it was no longer simply wind pushing her away

as the rain began to pour,

her hair soaked,

covering her face.

the rain went for an eternity.

let the hail start

she said,

as it began to hit her harder each time

leaving scratches and bruises

but there was nothing to end it.

this time, she could no longer stand.

she fell to the ground in agony.

none of this is real

she thought.

when will she realise,

she's just terrified of the wind blowing her away again.