Visceral 

Storming her world
With sorrow’s wind and rain
She found herself enveloped
By a love so visceral
So vain

The kind that lashes
At the window pane
Incessantly, pulsing through
Her veins

Uncontrollably forcing
Its way in
Her heart, her mind
Her body
No longer belonging
To herself

Published by MarbellysB

Living life with Stage IV incurable Neuroendocrine cancer. A widow at the age of 43, I often don't feel grown up or wise enough to bring up my three children. I think we are growing up together. I run for fun, fitness and fundraising.

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