Storms

fiercely blowing wind

ruffling the feathers of my wings

fence has blown away

yet, still, I breathe

I look behind me and see

another fierce storm

smiling, breathing out pure rain

trapped in the circle

i pull away to mend the storm

only returning

when I have achieved my peace

 

written 7 March 2012

I am tired, this is my entry for March 8. Be blessed!

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