A new shape for my "Tornado Around Me" |
I was told my "Tornado Around Me" would make a great Calligramme, or a poem in the shape of the subject, so I gave it a try. Hope it turns out ok The winds start low and build. They start to grow larger in my heart until it grows too large It explodes out of me and surrounds me completely.I sit in the middle of the tornado It's fierce winds swallow me up. I cry for help, for anyone to please come, Breach the walls, I hate being alone.The hurt is too great, The emotional pain too much. The storm fuels on the pain. I sit and accept I will be alone again,Alone to battle the tornado.It swirls around my soul Tearing hunks of it away,My happiness, my joy, myself.The winds plummet me, The debris of life hit hard.I sit in the heart of the tornado Wishing… The howling grows, Please come sit with me, be with me, Don’t just sit outside. Be strong and fight the walls that I can no longer fight, Come and experience the rage of the hurt, unlike the others. Hold me and help me through my difficult times.Only with some help can the storm ease,Can the day break.Please help me tame the tornado around my soul. |