The wind gusts strongly
Kicks up leaves, eddies emotion
Shut the door
Seal the gaps
Become still
Writing is a storm
It stirs chattering words
Thoughts, mentally charged
Rise to the surface
And swirl
To reinstate calm I choose to
Silence the words
Contain the thoughts that swirl
Command the wind to calm
Emotions fall to the ground
Like dust I walk over them
Eventually
All is quiet
At least,
until I stir it up again
*writing is a form of mental contagion if left to its own devices.
