Wanda Swim Strunk - Jigsaw

Pieces os Life
Ride on a zephyr

Parts of Life
On a wind

As Occular Sinister
As a left eye can be

Both are the same thing
No matter how it's put

Waves of sorrow
Just begun

The sickness
Of nervous twisting

A tornado swallowed
Swirling inside

No tangible remains
Memories kept in mind only

Everything seems lost
Ingested into the unknown

Hope rides a wave
Of unseen possibility

Undesired freedom
A new life not yet imagined

Is all lost
When true self is found?

Wanda Swim Strunk

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