Nurturing a Tornado

Is this how it feels

to be raised

alone.

Deafeningly quiet.

Suffocated in stillness.


I was born

into chaos.

Movement. Noise.

Cultivated in the eye

of a tornado.

The magnetic force

of untamed energy.





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