A Hard Wind Blew A hard wind blew Shook the foundation that I had come To cherish within myself - Swept with its high authority That vulnerable interior I had so long protected A loud and angry force Ripped through the timbers Of the existence I had constructed Tore apart the structure until it no longer resembled a whole Ripped into me like a bulldozer Heedless of the damage Relentless in pursuit of its desires Tore through my life Until all that was left were Pieces lying in chalk dust Beneath the blackboard on the wooden Floor of the schoolroom that was once mine. Then as fast as it came The wind disappeared. I gathered the cracked parts And, with a strength That came from the truth, Bolted them together Once more the architect of my dreams.
Barbara Ehrentreu's Questions:
1. This is about a specific person. Can you tell that it is about my boss,
actually the principal of the school in which I was teaching?
2. Does the metaphor of construction work, or is it too forced at times?