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Stop your rabid struggling
thrashing around is futile
churning the atmosphere
won’t allow the sun to smile.

Only a wraith can gain purchase
on clouds and drifting smoke
though fraught, you are human
and there will always be hope.

So allow yourself to sink
into the violence of the storm
have no fear of being overwhelmed
there is a path, been trod before.

Feel the wind of your emotions

and your layers being torn
reaching calm at the centre
be naked and reborn.

Lady Satellite