The wind is blowing at every direction.
Even though I can not see it from below.
My tears on my cheeks are changing my complexion.
Because I really do not know,
What is happening while I am down here .
I am taken away from where I belong.
This is like a divorce is that clear.
This wind has been so strong
As a man who takes away what you own.
I have been down here to long.
The wind is moving whatever it can with so much force.
What has been taken away as I wait
When the wind takes a new course.
Can it stay away before it is too late.
when can I finally take a look at my place.
How much will be broken all around.
what is left in disgrace.
when the wind stops I will not hear another sound.
A contest entry
- Midst of the Storm-Contest by JeannieD Hunter.
600 points, ended July 14, 2007, 11 entries
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Comments
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Wow! What a comparison to divorce, but can see it!! It has to be so frightening to be down in a cellar with no idea if you still have a home. Good job. Thank you for entering and good luck.
Jeannie
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