22 Feb

A whirlwind whisked

Strands of memory 

Across my face, into my eyes, 

Stinging them with tears. 

I flicked my memories

Out of my mind 

Out of my eyes 

Again and again, but 

The emotions were too strong. 

Blind to the present 

Lost in the past 

Again and again, 

The whirlwind was too strong.

Here is the original poem:

Strong wind blew 

My hair across my face 

Across my mouth 

Into my eyes.

I flicked my hair 

Out of my eyes 

Again and again 

The wind was so strong.

I was blind 

I was sick 

And worried 

Because I didn’t 

Want to fall 

And hurt myself.

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