Wind

By: Isabelle Morgan

It’s too fucking windy

My emotions are still too bendy

It’s not that I haven’t had the time

To support the feelings 

that are still too flimsy

They simply change too frequently 

To know which ones I should invest in

Like trusting an old swing

This wind is just too confusing

Blowing in more than a seesaw motion

I’m just a skeleton with a hobby

The wind always reminds me