These feelings rose <br />from the pit of the storm. <br />There's nowhere to go now <br />and yet I'm still warm. <br /> <br />The wind still blows through <br />the empty places inside. <br />Sometimes they touch upon <br />the ones that have died. <br /> <br />You gave me no hope, <br />no promises, no choice. <br />Yet I'm filled with your warmth <br />and the echo of your voice. <br /> <br />You already have the one <br />who holds you whole. <br />Yet I took away <br />the picture of your soul. <br /> <br />To a land far off <br />and to you still unknown. <br />Where I remain free <br />from the winds you have blown. <br /> <br />(London,14 August,2002)<br /><br />Melanie Walendowsky Baker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-winds-that-blow/
