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Working on it still

 

A Maelstrom of emotion

Swirls with hope and fear

I tremble with indecision

 

Choosing to let it ride

To the path of its conclusion

The moment of truth waiting, to be exposed

 

A look, a word

to lift me up or pierce me deep

my heart and soul

 

A gesture, a hand

Is all that is needed

my walls crumble to ash

Author's Note

work in progress ..have words written all over on my working note book but this is the only thing that makes sense at the moment

Reviews

[Wycked]

may not even make sense yet