I sit and await the storm
Inevitable and dark
Born of secrets
Fueled by rage
Aimed at weakness
That is recently exposed
I search for calm
A form to earn my focus
To still the fear and fury
That scramble in my gut
Souring all I taste
I sit and await the storm
Inevitable and dark
Born of secrets
Fueled by rage
Aimed at weakness
That is recently exposed
I search for calm
A form to earn my focus
To still the fear and fury
That scramble in my gut
Souring all I taste
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amen…. I can relate.
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Very nice!!
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Thanks. Plus side is the things worked out better than I expected. Crisis averted.
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well that is definitely a plus! whew!
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Very Nice
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Thanks. I’m actually surprised it came out this well since it was all stress-induced improv.
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It came out very good… π
It’s good to shed all the stress, into writing π
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Thanks. Poetry has definitely become a good release for me. Got me through a really bad year a little ways back.
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So sorry you had to go through so much, but I am glad you have a good tool by your side… such as writing… π
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Tumultuous. Riveting. Love it.
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Thanks.
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Wonderful
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