Tornado

Tornado

There’s a tornado ripping through me –
picking up memories and throwing
them back at me like missiles.
For too long I’ve watched from a distance,
not realizing it was in my power to
grab it by its tail, take control of the wind,
pluck out pieces of me blowing about,
and use them to plug
the holes left in my heart.

~ Nikki Anne Schmutz

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