by Carrie K. Hutchens

Strong winds ripped through the night in mourning thought dismissed

as it carried the past into the whirling darkness of once upon a time

A past of dreams crushed and thoughts punishing

So few memories of laughter

Many tears of hopelessness

So much time wasted

So few years left

Is anything to be or is it merely what was?

Life to pass with all hope gone?

Just one day and then the next,

until there is none

and the strong wind goes silent

in a memory once was and never again to be?

Is this the end and a wind once was

Or is it a beginning waiting…

waiting

for the wind of once was

to become the wind that is again?