The Storm
Swirling like a tornado, the landscape of my mind is cluttered with wreckage of the past .
There once was a home, but the winds have eroded any history.
A woman trudges through blowing turmoil, seemingly unfazed.
Unmolested, she pieces this world back together.
The winds pulse in intensity. I plead her to stop, “…it isn’t worth the risk!”
She doesn’t respond. Debris marks her porcelain skin,…
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