Destroyed
life sometimes can be a tornado.
breaks you into little bitty pieces.
I know the storm has to end until,
and hold on with everything, you've
got in you? The sun will shine once,
Again. When it does we rebuild what
was destroyed. there's no way to repair,
What was lost will recover and put the
pieces back together that onces was?
Copyright © Gail Holder | Year Posted 2018
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