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Created on: April 14, 2009
Chaos, Turmoil, Disaster
If I were to cling to the storms of the sky
as I cling to the storms of life,
I would live in chaos, disaster.
And while to say this sounds absurd,
In reality tis true.
I live in turmoil, disaster.
Realizing this, I forgive myself
and walk toward a sliver of light
barely visible in the distance.
I stumble,
sometimes I fall; but,
I never lose sight of my goal.
For beyond the sliver of golden light,
I've been told, is a pot for rainbow's end
where peaceful harmony will then replace
Chaos, turmoil, and disaster.
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