Amid The Storm

This moment,
in the tempest,
shall be my
anchor.

Gazing through it,
like a looking glass,
I will find the
North Star
above
safe harbor.

On the dock,
I will thank it
for its strong bow
and sturdy
mast.

Then, kissing it,
release it into
the sea.

And watch its
tiny ripples
fade
among those of the
tumultuous rain.
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