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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.
Shivani Shourie