Her words misspoken and anger misdirected, made a beggar
out of me by destroying my self-respect. She left me a rogue roaming the
emotional planes, desolate and looking for a mere fragment of my broken self.
The cold empty winds of deceit blowing through my soul left me withered and
worn. The bitter tears that stain my face can’t be washed away by the pouring
rains. The echoing peal from the bell of cruelty can’t be unrung. I am lost…But
wait…I see a light. The four winds swirl around me and lift me from this
sadness. They carry me to a place of serenity. I relax and release the pain. I
embrace the western wind and let it carry me home. I am free…
© May 28, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
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