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Tempest of Confusion

The crispness of the day clarified my confusion. Icy fronds perforated and injected furred up elements with sparkling clarity. The fog cleared. My mind had been tossed on storm clouds of bewilderment. Winds of change had carried me away from where I wanted to be - blown off course. The tempest stilled. When the sun shone it penetrated the dark corners of doubt. It's heat warming the cold bleakness of abandonment; the golden glow melting a winter of loneliness. A spring of hope is sprung. A newness of vision and clarity of contentment. A new, refreshing direction. Silver lining shimmering in the winter sun. Storm clouds gone.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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