Storm and Anchor
A Poem
I am your hurricane The tropical disturbance that sweeps in And holds you in its intensity Until you know once again that you are alive.
You are my anchor The place that never flounders The place where I Am always safely tethered.
Chaos is the birthplace of all possibility The anchor in the ocean floor Has been holding fast for a thousand years Our twining never falters.
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