When the Wind Whispers
By Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar
Storms roll in, shaking everything I’ve known,
Thunder growls, and shadows stretch long.
But somehow, I feel your touch a steadying hand,
Even when the ground beneath me feels like quicksand.
The wind doesn’t play fair; it whispers fears in my ear,
Planting doubts, making the road ahead unclear.
But then your voice cuts through, calm and low,
Like a friend saying, “You’re not alone just go.”
I used to hate the rain, the chaos it brought,
But now I see it’s what I needed, like lessons I fought.
Each storm shaped me, chipped away the rough,
Left me standing taller when the going got tough.
Patience wasn’t easy; it came in fits and starts,
Like learning a rhythm that didn’t match my heart.
But humbleness stepped in, pointing the way,
And I followed, unsure, but trusting the sway.
The sun feels different now it’s not just warm,
It’s like a quiet hug after a raging storm.
And the moon, oh, the moon it doesn’t just glow,
It whispers secrets only the night can know.
When I stumbled, when I almost fell,
You held me up, your love a quiet spell.
You showed me how to see what can’t be seen,
To trust the spaces where the answers lean.
I’m grateful now not just for the good,
But for the hard times that shaped where I stood.
The valleys, the peaks, the stillness, the fight,
All of it weaving into the fabric of my life.
I hear you in the rustle of trees,
In the soft hum carried by the breeze.
You’re the thread that ties my story together,
A constant, no matter the weather.
Someday this road will come to its end,
And I’ll look back, knowing you were my friend.
But for now, I’ll keep walking, heart open wide,
Grateful you’re here, always by my side.
In the whispers of the wind, I’ve found my place,
In your endless love, I see your face.
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