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The Storm

The calm after the storm or the eye in the middle
I don't know which I am, but I am one
Living through the turmoil, tempest waters tossed
I'm shaking, but I pray the worst is done
It's time to find some warmth, reflection in my soul
A semblance of an explanation why
I search for the truth, but it cuts me to the quick
I'm lost without the passion now to try
Everything is gone, there's only nothingness
An emptiness, massive in its grasp
I'd like to find the reason my heart's covered by a shroud
Though honestly, I hesitate to ask
But maybe it is not a shroud, it's a snug cocoon
Shielding broken fragments of my heart
Maybe in the downpour, when I lost sight of life
I didn't see myself falling apart
A part of me is gone, washed away forever
But I am learning I can still have hope
For underneath the brokenness, the pain and all the doubt
Lies simple beauty - a kaleidoscope

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