Clear Skies
rumbles in the distance
announce the coming storm
old habits linger
and I find myself preparing
for the hurricane force of
your bullying
once I lived my life in your
emotional blender
always trying to remain in the
eye of your storm
now like Hugo
you are a memory
and I am sifting through
your aftermath
at my own pace
thriving in the beautiful
calmness of freedom
from your pressure system
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