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Jul 2013
the thunder cracks above my head

it shakes me

awakens me

as i lay in bed

but today

i am not afraid



the water floods the quiet street

drowning the secrets i can't keep

carrying words and promises

across the cracked concrete



i find myself on the ground

shake me down

and soak my skin

raindrops try to seep in

but i am waterproof

bulletproof

and today

i am not afraid



i cannot open my eyes

theyre blinded by water from the raging skies

and i listen to the hum of a million melted icicles

as they surround me

they cannot drown me

because today

i am not afraid



in this storm, i will find tranquility

i will achieve

sophrosyne

i will let the rain

wash away

the pieces of me

that i do not need

in this storm, i will find simplicity

i choose to be happy

i will be

sophrosyne
sophrosyne: a greek term for soundness of mind.
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