Tornado heart is howling in its cage

Your downward spiral gripped you where you stood:

Your mind to numb, your worries to assuage,

And grind to powder any thought of good.

Yet in your soul, that long-neglected pit,

There rocks a heart so sensitive and pure;

Afraid of you, and you afraid of it,

It will not shout, but silently endure.

Could I but fashion feathers of my care

And calm the fearsome storm within your mind,

Your soul with new-formed wings would leave its lair

Emerge upstanding, brilliant, brave and kind.

Those wings I made must stay upon their shelf,

For I know you must calm the storm yourself.

copyright Rosalind Pearl, 2017

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