Rushing Wind

they come at night 

kids with crowbars 

to scream and rage 

and break the pane 

til the cops come to fake

and see if im okay

but im fine-

and while i learn to fly

down the concrete hill

let that rushing wind

clear out the dust

from my broken lungs

break open my rib cage

and steal my beating heart.

and you come in the morning 

when my peace has drained

my mind filled with promise

broken again 

heavy doses of pain 

i'm ready to take

but you drank that cup

and passed me the grace

in a heavy mug.

and i take a deep breath-

that rushing wind,

it makes all the difference.