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| this life is in ashes left from burning embers of storms of pain and sorrow thunder in my soul sounding off with each torment with every wrong done to me lightning shines in my eyes from the want to act withheld deep inside the storm rages on turned against myself chaos in my heart fire consumes me but relief is coming still out of reach the moon and stars begin to show through the storm clouds and my thoughts and feelings begin to make sense I look to the stars and find my choice is already made next time the clouds rear their ugly heads I'll be ready to turn these ashes into my own private beach. 9/28/04 |
| This was written using word association, sitting on the back porch and during AIOP, adult intensive outpatient. |
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