Sometimes in the wind of change, we find our true direction. "Words are wind. George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows. Wind is blowing, I need to keep flowing. Breathing lonely, longing to be seen, This soul has also cognized days like these. Perhaps, this wind is of change? I was never from myself, so estranged. Strands of my hair moving with the wind , Hurting my eyes, like thorns, each moment. Wind has a soily smell, Maybe it was about to rain, for my heart was already pouring, Or Perhaps, it smelled of starting again. Like a light feather, I float again. I rise again. I rise again! -Ananya Shanker © 2023 I think it must’ve been the wind, for now, I know that I need to soar high above all. The dreams that matter, the people I love and the wind of change. I shall rise, you shall rise. To anyone in trouble, everything is gonna be fine soon. Thank you for reading!