Personal Storm
I tried to balance
The pressures from a distance
In safety
But the winds pulled
At my current until I
Was sucked in
The eye, at first, was
The most beautiful thing I
Had ever seen
When it passed,
I swam furiously
To get back
It knocked me
As down as I
Could go
So I swam
Away with no intention
To return
And now that my pool
Is calm, I see all the dust
It stirred
And I am
Left to clean it up
Alone
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