A blog of original poetry and prose, by me. Updated infrequently.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Hurricane
When one look pulls
my heart up
through my throat
opening that deepest
well inside of me
I don't want to be
vulnerable
not in front of you
not when you call me a
force to be reckoned with.
Hurricanes are not weak.
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