The wind in my heart blows
through me with fervor
unleashed from complacency,
taking the world by storm.
The wind in my heart carries
me from yesterday into today,
providing strength to move
these moments as they pass.
The wind in my heart forces
the freedom within to awaken,
allowing personal integrity
to wrap itself around me.
The wind in my heart guides
my soul with its whisper,
blowing through my body
as your love surrounds me.
through me with fervor
unleashed from complacency,
taking the world by storm.
The wind in my heart carries
me from yesterday into today,
providing strength to move
these moments as they pass.
The wind in my heart forces
the freedom within to awaken,
allowing personal integrity
to wrap itself around me.
The wind in my heart guides
my soul with its whisper,
blowing through my body
as your love surrounds me.
2 comments:
Not bad, J, I need to let it simmer for a moment...
I've let it simmer - still think it's a pretty good poem, from a confessional poetry standpoint. It isn't going to show up in the New Yorker or Atlantic anytime soon, but it really has a strength about it: accurately portrays what is going through the character, the narrator, and only because I know you I can see beyond the poem itself. It has a bit of a prose feel, more so than poetry, so... my two cents...
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