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Turbulence

Turbulence.
There is
Turbulence
Up here.
In the air.
And it throws us
And thrashes us.
We become
As light
As a bird.
Even though we are
A massive weight.

But in my heart
There is calm.
Calm
And peace.
The turbulence
Does not effect
My emotions
Or my
Happiness.
For I have become
A part of something
Something good
Something special
Something that keeps
Growing.

And I find myself
Finding
a new me
One that I did not
Explore
Before.
One that I didn’t know
Exists.
It is a journey
Of discovery
Thrilling
More thrilling
Than I ever
Imagined.

The turbulence rocks
Around me
Surrounds me.
But it does not
Envelop
Embrace
Enter
Me.
Because there is calm
In my soul.

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Dear Cheryl,

Your thoughts in last week’s column were an absolutely perfect reflection of everything going through my mind and the minds of many of my friends for the last few years. Thank you so much. I always enjoy reading your articles, and when I read this one I felt I had to write to you because the topic touches such a nerve with me.

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