I Am Earth

 

 

Cradled in a chair of twisted wood
Enveloped by a spirit of immeasurable love
I heard my soul cry out to the wind
like a wounded animal awaiting its capture
And without pretense my tears did flow
falling to the earth, cleansing my soul
And I am earth
And I am wind
And I am healed

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Tagged poetry, Shelli Carlisle