Life squalls, threatening to capsize me if I don’t figure it out and
work
work
work
But then,
what if I am the storm?
flesh feverish with a thousand thoughts slicing wild-hot
bones crashing loud with earnest effort
heart raging with determination
soul gusting fierce to opposition
Words find me, breathe calm to my tempest.
Peace! Be Still!
1 comment:
prayers to you, sweetness.
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