A wild wind rushes
through the fields of
my heart
A tempest storms
through my soul
The heat and the rain
pound and tear
me apart
Zephyr shakes
and in breaking
makes whole
Life is etched
with precision
like cracks in a glass
But the cracks
make stronger
the vessel
Because beautifully
breaking and shaking
the mass
Builds strength for those
trials which we wrestle
The wrinkles and lines
that time does impart
Only builds and fills in
all our holes
So that when winds
come knocking and rocking
my heart
Its small breeze cannot match
my strong soul.
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