Tempest

Today I set sail to the open sea
Beyond the horizon I planned to be
Where sun rays could warm me
And darkness not find me

That is where I planned to be.
But like my heart the sky turned black
Cold, and bleak, in sudden lack
And so I thought, I must go back
But something held me
It was that strange beauty
That was the storm which made me

That hurricane which made me
With ominous power it overcame me
It shook me and took me away
Menacing torrents and blustery weather
Strained me and lead me astray
My plans to be
Where there shone the sun
Were departed
But remained but one
Reminder and tale of who I am now
From that hurricane which made me

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