I sensed the calm before the storm

The way the wind caressed my hair

Ever so gently, pulling astray few strands

As if tugging at my heart strings

Warning me of the steep descent

Hell broke loose

Lilting the morning dew

Upturning the roots of my

Very Existence

A miracle held me together

My bottle of emotions had run dry

It was time to act

And brave new storms

Bracing myself

For what felt like the worst

I annihilated my self doubt

It was time to wake up

To my new calling

To turn over a new leaf

In a path full of thorns


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