Pieces....
shattered
blown....
battered
The way it must
be
Broken
down
Blown
around
Riding the
rise of the gale
forces
Turned
Churned
Edges
Polished
Smooth
In the tumble
and the trials
of
riding the
wind that
blows
me south
I head south
to rediscover
my true
north
Magnetic
pull
Returning
to
cosmic
vibrational
school
Silent cocoon
of
self study
Off to earn my
PHD
in
me
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