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Hour Glass



Once I stood on a promontory point
The cascading wall of rain had me
Like a hour glass pinned to the sand of time
Surrounded by water, chopping at the air
While beating unstoppable rhythms of fear
Is retreat an option or must I remain fixed?
As pelt after pelt wets my face.
Isolated with only my thoughts for comfort
Tasting hope in the fresh air,
But still letting the wind tangle my hair,
And finally to look for
The sun moving through the clouds
As an unquenchable fire
To warm my very soul.

No, I am not trying to be all philosophical. I was just upset and wrote this to comfort myself. (It worked because I do feel a little bit better).

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