Christina J. Williams
Wind - Poem by Christina J. Williams
** I am feeling a little bit better where I can actually write again. Thanks for all the prayers.
I can slowly feel the wind pushing its elbow into my stomach.
As the pain in my stomach grows stronger with every nudge.
The wind is now holding a knife ready to cut whatever is inside me now.
I can't stop it.
Every step I take I feel coldness slowly starting at my toes,
And ready to hold me down while the wind tears me apart.
When will the sun come out and protect me with its shining light.
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