By Grace M. Brodhurst-Davis
Outside of myself
I
can see how
The
wind blows
Breath
into me,
But
can’t seem
To
see how
Breath
in me
Can
erase the cacophony
Of
deep-hued memories
Of
my being
Though
knowing
Such
breath,
I
pulse towards
My
innermost calling
To
free myself to be
For T.S. Poetry contest using "O" (#Outside)
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