I Spoke Aloud to the Wind

I wished upon a star, to quiet all my pain.
It sparked with a cold indifference, and I turned away in shame.

I spoke aloud to the wind, and I heard nothing in reply.
Nothing but a soft and weary sigh.

To the sun I offered myself, and it scorned the meager gifts I brought with me.
Painting the sky in vibrance as it sank below the horizon, I knew it had already forgotten my plea.

I called out to the earth, asking for a place to hide, and received only menacing silence.
I felt the weight of the world, and the empty sound of ice and violence.

I asked the sea to love me, and frothy laughter mocked my desire.
A laughter sharp with salt, cutting out my heart, burning like sparks of fire.

I approached the forest with reverence, and it cast me out into the cold.
Forsaking me with casual callous cruelty, at odds with the comfort I’d found in days of old.

At last, in desperation, I whispered to the growing dark, pleading with her to hold me.
Only she, from whom I had run before, took pity.
Gathering me into her gentle arms, holding me in her tender embrace.
As I closed my eyes and faded away, I knew I had finally found my place.

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