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Alison Dickman

As the wind rips through me on this cold March day
I stare up into the sky.
Many questions fill my mind with doubt
While uncertainty clouds my vision.
I long to feel sure, even more just to feel
Because the wind has left my body numb
And my mind void of substance.
Indecision is all I am.
As I long to be, I long to become
And all around me swirl the winds of time
Lifting me up, then throwing me down
Stability is a state I wait for in fear.
A sea of seers can only see through me.
My inner self is only for me to see.