Whispering Wind

The trees around you whisper All the things you want to hear. They murmur pretty lies, And carry away your fears. The deceitful whispers surround you, A blanket of lie on top of lie. Through the night, the wind blows strong, But with sunrise, starts to die. The flurry of lies cease. Caught off-guard, you’re left exposed. No blanket to keep you warm, The truth left undisclosed. The dreaded fears creep back, you gradually forget who you are, Feeling vulnerable and alone, no company but deep scars. As light gives way to dark, Night returns yet again. The whispers come flowing back As the trees pick up their wind. You embrace the night, Welcome the two-faced wind, Knowing all the while, the cycle never ends