Spirit Protection Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Spirit Protection



Wallowing in the winds as they blow across my face, taunting me with their lively stunts.
Protecting my spirit, keeping me safe from the illusions of the past and future.
Getting caught in the middle of an extra-sensory storm, calling out to be tethered before being torn asunder from all I know and love.

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