Storm

Torn broken shredded to pieces

Tearing of the soul 

Churning of the gut

A heavy thumping chest

Like the end of the road 

No where to go 

No where to escape 

Like the last days 

Of a cancer sore 

Choices to be made 

To live or let go

I choose to live 

With a head held high

I’m stronger than this storm

Can’t shake me off the ground

I’ll stay and I’ll live 

I’ll face the storm till it passes 

Till I get the strength 

To live and move on

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