RETREAT

So here comes the storm
lightning flash
thunder crash
pieces scampering all about-
wind tearing around
overturning calm things
from this comes a dark and angry shout

but step away, stop, listen closer listen
in the raging negativity, it's a solemn voice-
like a hand at my shoulder, firmly, urging
me to my knees, a guided choice

and that is to fall forward into the still
and look out on the worlds whipping to and fro-
retreat to where quiet answers lay free
disengage and learn what there is to know.

There only there calm things cannot be broken
and emotions do not thrash and tear
retreating into the stillness, I thank you
who showed me a way to get to there.
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