i am the howling wind
full of power and rage
i bring down trees,
and tear homes apart,
but inside i am a cloud
soft,
vulnerable,
and weak
many do not understand
who i am and
what i can become
but then neither do i
some days i am cold
and other days i am not
i do not follow a direction
but i am not lost
i simply go where i must
i follow my own path
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PoetryA collection of poems on the journey of life, love, and heartbreak. [COMPLETED]