The Maelstrom
When things seem dark, down, dreary
all you feel is oh so weary.
When all seems bleak, you're about to break,
thoughts are so very deep.
Raining, blowing all over the place
boundless thoughts are streaming
in a seeming embracing race.
The firestorm calms eventually,
dreaming, reviewing, ebbing,
calming; self-love returning.
dlbohner
Copyright © Diane Bohner | Year Posted 2016
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