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The Writers Page: Wind in the Window

Wind in the Window
By Courtney Babchyck

I sat there alone
It was upon a young, warm morning
Yet no words could escape my frozen lips
My eyes in a tranced stare
With my chair against the window sill
For I could not bare to think
Even the sound of my breath against the silence
Made my heart weak
But then,
Out of the darkness came a light gale
Embracing me the way she once did
I gently closed my eyes
For the wind did not strengthen,
Nor did it grow weak
I felt the warm sun on my golden brown hair
And felt the warmth of my quiet breath
For I knew and believed now more than ever
My sister’s spirit was upon me