Windbreak The force beneath my hair, behind my neck, pressing me into places of wretched beauty fighting me when I don’t know where I’m supposed to go why, oh how, oh when will the wind let me breathe without force? I stand as firmly as time. Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
