The winds were howling like a hungry pack of wolves. Unrelenting, vicious, without remorse. It was sucking up everything in its path. The strong and sturdy trees were still standing tall, trying their hardest to withstand the constant bombardment.
It felt claustrophobic. There was no space to move. I was so cramped that I couldn’t move from the fetal position that I laid in. I was glad that at the very least I didn’t feel tied up. I couldn’t feel any pressure on my wrists or ankles to indicate anything restricting my movement. Yet, I was still imprisoned.
It was time. It could not be delayed any longer. It was now or never, a do or die moment. I had to do it, but I was scared; petrified actually. I was comfortable where I was, I felt safe. We could not stay here much longer, we had to leave.
Stay strong, as I reveal myself.
Don’t give up, fantasize.
Find me, within yourself,
And welcome me, through each sunrise.
Fluffy and white;
these popcorns in the sky,
Without wings, they fly.