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Storm Winds


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The storm brews inside of me

each day the waves grow higher

but do i stick close to shore

or unfurl my sails and run

Winds swirls around me

blowing my hair into my eyes

blinded by its strength

buffeted by it's fury

Exhilerated and afraid

still standing on the edge

Jump! I hear it chanted now

I look into the sea

One more step

open my arms

accept fate

fly

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Oh Wren, it's like you looked inside me and wrote a poem about it. This is exactly what is happening to me right now, hence my sporadic irc appearances and complete failure to be a helpful pen member right now. Wonderful piece, captures so much so easily. Great work!

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The free form of expression is very evocative. I am not sure the message I read in this story is the same as I read it the second time around.

 

The storm brews inside of me

each day the waves grow higher

 

Internal turmoil expressed as the ocean

 

 

but do i stick close to shore

or unfurl my sails and run

 

 

The choices are clear, play it safe or take some chances.

 

 

Winds swirls around me

blowing my hair into my eyes

blinded by its strength

buffeted by it's fury

 

There is a force threatening and powerful

 

 

Exhilerated and afraid

still standing on the edge

Jump! I hear it chanted now

I look into the sea

One more step

open my arms

accept fate

fly

 

 

What's cool about this is the use of the metaphor of the wind and the sea.

What it represents will be different for every reader and so will the interpretation of the resolution.

 

Is this a suicidal leap into a malestrom or a leap of faith, accepting the risks with arms open and soaring up high above?

 

I very much enjoyed this.

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