The weather inside drives the climate of my mind

I try and let the storms rage and the winds blow

I follow their tugs

I stand upright against the crashing waves of desire

I stare at that tempest

I study its edges with my inner eye

I speak to it and hear only a howl

I try to touch it and feel its gusts heighten

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A storm lies within

My sails need tending and mending

Compass spins in the wind

Those navigating were lost at sea.

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Whilst surviving the savagery I reflect

I watch my heading and find a direction, any direction to head.

I pull in the sheet

I respect the power of the force that pushes and pulls

I gust back,