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Foghorn

So you feel caught up in a vengeful stir
The storms of life beginning to take their toll
Confusion is causing you to see everything in a blur
Negative karma is beginning to afflict your soul

The air is ice cold and the fog is quite heavy
Why does it seem the rain only pours down on you?
And oh the futile concern and cares of matters much too weighty
The burden is causing your ship to lean on its negative askew

Soon the pressure will cause your boat to capsize
Will you survive by floating in the ocean blue?
In the calmest of waters great tidal waves arise
If that should happen after a time fatigue could drown you

Why is reality so grim, there must be some kind of hope?
Maybe soon the fog will dim and once again you'll see
Isn't it dreadful when in the dark so desperately you grope
Tie a millstone around your neck and avenge yourself in misery's sea

But what if the storm is a random and natural occurrence
Caused by a force greater than lightning and thunder
In trying times you must always maintain endurance
Do not allow the storms of life to cause you asunder

Rest from your worries for what is meant will be
Relax for a moment and allow your fears to subside
Release the chains of doom and abide as one who is free
Be courageous and never fear the winds at high tide

When least expected the storm of madness will end
Storms are inevitable for they will come and they will go
Nature is not an enemy but intended as your friend
It is in raging waters when one really learns to row

There will always be a guide to lead your way
Thousands of other ships on the sea also wait being warned
Sit silently through your fears and peace will soon allay
For when thickness surrounds listen to the sound of the foghorn

Learn more about this author, Ruth D. Hochman.
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