I see a storm brewing up
at a time
that I am days and nights away
from any shelter
and there are thunderbolts
hitting around me
and the bright blue
suddenly becomes black and grey.
If I have to fall,
then I will
I have tried every thing
and are long past endurance
and on my own
I still go on
until there are no more
clouds, rain and hail
and the bright blue
opens above me again.
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