Recent Winds

A wave of discontent

Passed through our world

One morning

Eerily drawn

Reaching so many lives

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Each individual moment we gather

Steam to survive to celebrate

There is a tipping point

A turning path

Way

Society deems our purpose

Suggest a pattern

Exists that traps terror

Unleashed into driving winds

Dissipates all of His energy

Amongst a gaggle of quiet

Followers

Believers

Terrified souls

Who rather than reveal

Innermost fears

Would caress an identity

With driving points of wild abandon

When tested loses strength

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Alone

Cry the forgotten

Real and alive

We can only continue

Discover an active reaching

Arm

A hand

Knowing eyes

Spiritual guide

For when the pain becomes unbearable

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Delight in that real breeze of clarity

The one that allowed your fears to be found