Poetry & Art

The Wind

by Janae Truesdale • December 29, 2020

You never hear it calling when it comes

It swoops in and takes all that’s whole with it

It sways to and fro, like a breathless winter morning

I want to go where it goes and see where it takes me

I hope one day it takes me to you

But for now it serves as a reminder that there is something beyond, past the light above the mountain

It reminds me that there’s life beneath the rustling leaves, that there’s you, that there’s beauty

If I look past the clouds in the stillness, I can almost feel you

I feel you in everything I say and do

It makes me smile as it stirs up the wind within my heart that leads me to you

I will always love you, through and through

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by Janae Truesdale

Hi All!

I'm a Healthcare professional by day working with the pathology IT team for a cancer institution. In my spare time (pre-covid) I taught at a volunteer dance program to teach young girls. I also help to coordinate open mic spoken word events.

In my spare time I love watching thriller/horror movies, reading contemporary and mystery literature, singing karaoke, listening to singer-songwriter music, and writing poetry.

I love artsy and book-ish events and love to attend these things in my spare time while making the movie theater and Barnes and Noble my second home :). Also have gotten back to my video game roots in quarantine :). I have an obsession with anything rose gold and sentimental quotes/artsy magazines that contain them. I also love traveling in my spare time and have been to several different countries!

I love that poetry leaves an everlasting imprint and can delve into someone's emotions without always revealing too much. This also leaves room for interpretation for each person to create their own meaning which makes it that much more special. I've been through a lot of personal health struggles recently and this has been a great outlet to help me connect with those emotions.

This reminds me of a quote I love from the book Eleanor Oliphant by Gail Honeyman. It reads: "Tiny slivers of life--they all added up and helped you to feel that you too could be a fragment, a little piece of humanity". That's how I feel about poetry and how it connects us to our feelings and the universe

~JAT~