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Wednesday, July 2, 2014


Who will be here when we break?
To pick the pieces up?
Cracks begin to show already love
Fading in the sun
It’s never peaceful in the wind and rain
Time is spent waiting
For the storm to end
But it’s only a pause
Then a frantic run to shelter
What happens when that shelter
Is no longer there?
Will we race downstream in the flood?
Will we whip wildly in the wind?
All we can do is take cover
The best we can until
The storm is over
Plant our feet in solid ground
Comfort each other
Survive the deluge