Words are wind
Gentle summer breezes, the kind that I’m always waiting for but that never seem to arrive.
Winds that bear rain down upon me. Every raindrop is just more bad news, each one building on the last to create an overwhelming flood.
Cold winter winds, that pierce through even the thickest coat, and cut straight into my heart and soul.
Fierce wind storms, tornadoes, that tear down my shelter and leave me broken and battered, but still alive to feel the pain.
Words are wind, they always say.
But who says wind can’t hurt you?