The prompt for day 18 via napowrimo.net is to talk about something that we would like to be, if we had the choice. I have always felt connected to the wind because of what it symbolizes. It’s free to go anywhere and everywhere it likes, it’s gentle, but it can also be formidable. You can’t see air, but you can feel its presence, and it’s a vital part of life, in every aspect.
As I sit next to my window, writing this post, I also think that if I was the Breeze, I would be looking in at others just like me, who sit by their windows, wondering about what they’d like to be, indulging in something they enjoy doing. The possibilities are endless, and it is pretty much what inspired me to write this poem today. I thought about it long and hard, and the only other thing I’d like to be if I weren’t the Breeze itself would be a random, chubby cat. The reasons are all the same, no matter how you look at it. Cats are gentle but ferocious, they obey nobody and they do whatever the hell they like.
Not that wanting to be a cat isn’t great poetry material, but maybe we’ll save that for another day. Here’s today’s poem!
Happy reading. Xx
Should I cease to exist someday, and I know it shall happen to me, my dearest wish is to never be reborn as a human– cut me loose, set me free. I’ll go places I’ve only dreamt of, I’d carry the fragrance of blossoming trees; silent, but you’d still hear me as I caress your face in the middle of a summer night, as the gentle breeze. I’ll take your worries away as far from you as I can take me– I’ll be exactly who I am now, but as an omnipresent entity.
The world would be my oyster, the oceans would be mine to sail, the clouds would be mine to ride, no mountain too high to scale. I’d see the sun rise at the dawn of a new day, bring the salt to the shores and the bays. Oh, the sights I yearn to see, flying as free as things can be, it’s the only thing I want. If this life were any kinder to me, if I had one wish, this is the only thing for which I’d ask.
And should I cease to exist someday, do not mourn me. I’d have found my calling, I’d be right where I should’ve always been. Do not think of all the things I left unfinished, for everything I’d want in place, will be. Do not try to reach out to me with tearful apologies, I’d like them to be left in the past, if you’d please. Do not worry, for I’ll be at peace. Do not worry, because I’d have become the Breeze.
~© Shubhangi Srinivasan.
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