old poem

When the soft heart beats oh so slowly
We wait watching, filled with tension in our lungs
Shaking as the air rises to a level of which it hardens
Pushing our bodies through the force of the wind
As the weather beats our trembling bodies or hearts wind slowly
Like fingers crossing over one another, weaving slowly
I embrace you through the storm
Holding you trembling, softly against the rising currents
I am dependent on others so I can survive
If I let go of this creature I shall fall apart like dust
I will blow away in the wind as if I never truly existed
This hurricane will pass but I need this anchor to save me
If I let go the storm will wash me away
So let me protect you as you save my soul
We will wait together in the pouring rain and winds howling
I shall keep you warm
Just save my soul.

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