The storm inside


Falling down, getting up

It matters not, I just carry on.

The journey matters, the end shall arrive on its own.

Sometimes I lie tamed above a candle

Lighting up the path ahead.

On others I burn as a forest fire

Untamed, wild, free and all consuming.

I am me, the master of my destiny.

The calm is my strength, not weakness.

The silence at the surface holds within

A tempest, a tornado that storms inside.

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