A storm is brewing outside
this window to my soul
shrieking,
blinding,
tearing,
stealing,
all I hold dear.
Winds strip away layers
once tightly fused
abundance,
confidence,
independence,
perseverance
of passions unrealized.
Tears flood behind broken dreams
which before flowed over golden paths
aching,
preventing,
smothering,
dripping,
tear cousins pride and envy.
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