There you are
in the eye of the hurricane
The crossfire of confussion
The path of fire
Just over the ridge
Pulled into the quicksand
Of your old demons
Come back to assault your wellness
Chain rattling ghost
Giving way to old habits
Rearing their ugly heads
I caution you to be courageous
And conscious of the obvious danger
Obvious, that is, to all others,
but, still, and always, not you
There is a wicked wind that blows hard
Harder yet, when we walk against it
A gale force that tears at your fabric
And leaves you shivering in cold
So much that you think to surrender to it's force
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