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I find myself
falling again
into the whirlpool of thoughts
and emotions
wondering
once again
the turbulence
of late November gales
begets waves crashing
and icy spray
a dark grey of deep waters
hitting with a ferocity
that is unfamiliar
yet remembered in my bones
I check the safety
the life boats
I hold my breath
and ride the waves
waiting to see
if I will sink
remembering the lost mooring
and fading light
I wonder if there will ever be a time
when I am safely on shore
or if the ground beneath my feet
was only a myth