It needs to be
in a mess
for me to see
clearly
whirlwinds
twirling
to a still center
I hold onto loving you
like an anchor
in the storm
there will be time
for us
with a patient heart
and calm eye
being me
is scary sometimes
but may be
that is all I need
to be...
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