Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Playing With the Wind ❯ One-Shot

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By: Raige
This poem is about the concept that an action can bring joy one day, and dampen your spirits the next.

Disclaimer: This poem came from my confusion, and while I would be happy for someone to take the confusion away, the poem is a different matter.

Miscellaneous: Original Poetry Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological | Type: Poetry | Uploaded On: 04.29.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 782 | Visits: 415 | Status: Completed

Playing with the Wind
 
I remember standing here,
Looking from this spot.
Hearing the same song, the same notes.
The same tune, watching snow fall.
 
I remember playing with the wind.
My hair blowing over my face,
Covering my eyes and hiding my face.
Smiling and laughing for no reason,
Playing with the wind.
Watching the world share the game.
 
Smiling at a stranger, bringing hope.
Light shines from their eyes,
Light from the candle that was me.
A candle burning bright, sharing light.
 
How long ago it seems to me,
When I last played with the wind.
My smiles lighting the faces.
My light, my candle.
 
The wind still blows my hair,
Covering my eyes and hiding my face.
Blocking the world, keeping it away.
My smile covered by a layer of despair.
 
Is it still there, the happiness I felt?
Am I still a candle? Do I still shine bright?
For now I see a candle, the candle that is me.
Flickering hopelessly in an airless room.
Doomed to failure, doomed to darkness.
 
How long ago it seems to me,
When I last played with the wind.
How long ago was yesterday?
How quickly things can change.
 
A solitary candle, playing with the wind.
What can it hope to achieve?
The wind should blow it out,
Blow all hope away.
 
But even in the strongest gale,
A single spark, the smallest match,
Can light the flame within.
 
A candle in the darkness,
Playing with the wind.