A hurricane of emotions
like its hallow right at the center of my chest
shadows of thoughts in my mind
echoes of images,memories,movements
its dark and cold,
not even a slight whishper of the wind
it aches, hurts, bleeds.
Its injured, lonely maybe.
a place where words are born of silence.
Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we don’t see_ ~ Hebrews 11:1