Spring Poetry Contest

Tornado (@kdegirol)

i think i wanted
expected
hoped
that love would fix me
and when it didn't i grew tired.
rage flowed within me, resent building,
as if its weight against
my being,
its pressure against my core,
would cause an explosion of frustration,
a tornado so strong the winds would tear apart everything that felt broken
so that i could see
the damage
the destruction
and try to build again.

but love didn't fix me.
instead, it calmed the storm within,
leaving behind,
ignoring,
the brokenness that was waiting to be fixed.