It’s out of my hands
There’s nothing I can do
But let myself go and slip
Into the gale force howling
Past my door.
I’ll let it bash me where it
Will.
My eyes are closed.
My hands are open.
It’s out of my control.
It’s out of my hands
There’s nothing I can do
But let myself go and slip
Into the gale force howling
Past my door.
I’ll let it bash me where it
Will.
My eyes are closed.
My hands are open.
It’s out of my control.
Poems and Petals 
Your poem is very nice. I loved how you say it. Greetings.
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Wonderful I think b/c it’s something we all realize, or should, that much in life is out of our control despite lol we do to keep it. As your poem says it’s difficult to to be this way, but I like that the speaker accepts this fact anyways, she doesn’t have much of a choice. Great job with your poetry, and I know I haven’t been on here regularly in a while, but I love your change of theme.
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Thank you, I hope you are well! I haven’t been very active either, but now I have more time on my hands 😊
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That’s good. I hope I do too soon. Have a lovely weekend. We are almost having crazy Aussie heat, but not quite. It’s 37 today and most of us aren’t used to near 40 degree heat. It doesn’t bother me so much as I visited Vegas in June and it was crazy hot there, mid 40’s to almost 50, but it’s odd weather for her. Cheers.
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Oh no, I am not fond of extreme heat. Something we may all have to come to terms with soon xx
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