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Being wounded, heart and soul., Pinterest photo- Leah1., poetry by Yu/stan/kema, Whirlwinds are destructive.
There is a whirlwind,
Spinning inside a soul,
And it’s bringing havoc
Wherever it goes.
There is a huge hole
Where a river once ran
Over rocks and grass,
And tiny toes.
Where it went,
Nobody knows.
Only an opening
Going into the ground,
And nothing to see
For miles around.
Nothing is growing,
Inside a heart,
That’s been wounded
And torn apart.
All that is left
Is a thing called “me.”
Yu/stan/kema