“Curtain and the Wind”

A curtain 

 Flutters and flies through the

Dark days and bright nights

It hides what is hidden

forgiving lies that shouldn’t

Be forgiven

It moves in different directions

Up and down, swaying all around but

Forever tied down like a

Mountain close to heaven.

Reaching for the sky but never able to die

You can’t see behind it

But then who really would?

That place is dark, damp, and barren

Called the opposite of heaven

The curtain see’s both sides

The dark and the light

It can’t decide the winner

when both are part of the sinner but

Like a mother 

the wind understands

There is no winner,

 just two parts of a woman.