Breathe

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My mind's tempest
takes over like a
cloud occupying the
skies.

My heart's furore
stomps at its walls
like a caged bird
tries.

My blood's racing
against the voices
in my head. I can
hear my heart's
cries.

In the eye of the
storm, solace is
found in the slowness
of inhaling hope and
unburdening my self
of its dreamed
lies.