Tornado Soul
Footprints in the desert snow
water paths no longer guide and show
frozen to the bone
as I grow
very slowly
ice ice stone cold
Tangled mess
of my Tornado soul
Touching
Testing
Tormenting
Evil Tempting
Can a mess
seek redemption and redress
Can exemption stem
from the inner cry
of the sad search
of the darkness
of the depressed
I venture a guess
that only during the kingtide
of emotional excess
does the eye of the storm
allow for the beginning of a new norm
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