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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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