Standing in a monsoon of rain
Howling hurricane winds around me,
Lightening storm flashes around my head
Loud thunder abounding and sounding,
I am on a mountain top, my arms are wide open
Hit me preternatural nature with all that you have got,
Because I’ve had enough, I’ve had my lot
The suffering of life, never seems to stop,
But I have suffered many storms
I am not sure that I can take much more,
But in the full force of this storm
Maybe I can once again be reborn,
Once I find myself in the eye
Peacefulness will then reside,
I am not running, I will not hide
I’ll be born again or I will die,
And when the new dawn comes up
I’ll be exalted or just a corpse,
I will be either forgotten or a burning spiritual force,
When the storm ends and the dawn comes to pass,
We will see at last.


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Wow…. this is amazing. Facing the idea of death… in grand poetic style. 🙏🔆
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Gotta love the sheer force of nature in this!
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Thanks very much, I am so pleased that it resonated with you 🙏 Faux
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