The Wind Comes In

Poetry

Cee R.
1 min readJun 18, 2024
The wind blowing dandelion seeds
Photo by Saad Chaudhry on Unsplash

The wind comes in
The wind comes in
The wind comes in

It’s cold out there
and warm in here
The wind comes in

Don’t look outside
Don’t look outside
The wind comes in

That creeping, crawling
kind of thing
The wind comes in

You close your eyes
You close your eyes
The wind comes in

You run and hide
You run and hide
You run and hide

The wind comes in
The wind comes in
The wind comes in

Prompt set by Dr. Casey Lawrence:

“Right now I want a word that describes the feeling that you get — a cold sick feeling, deep down inside — when you know something is happening that will change you, and you don’t want it to, but you can’t stop it. And you know, for the first time, for the very first time, that there will now be a before and an after, a was and a will be. And that you will never again quite be the same person you were.”

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Cee R.

Writer, poet, (book) blogger @ dorareads.co.uk , Queer, weird, & a tad peculiar. Bookish rebel. Welsh as a tractor on the M4. Buy me a coffee @ ko-fi.com/ceearr