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storm-tossed

the wind was fierce
all through my sleepless night,
blowing, raging
through my fractured dreams;
in every one spinning wild and lost,
carried helpless as an autumn leaf.
 
and I wondered who I'd call for
as I was carried out to sea,
as I tumbled, dizzy, storm-tossed,
I wondered who would call for me.
 
my heart is fierce
as dawn shows her sleepy eyes,
aching, pulling
at its ragged seams;
I'll not be a little leaf that's lost,
at the mercy of this vicious grief.
 
and I know that I am fighting
to reach the place I'm meant to be;
since that day I found myself lost,
the day that no one called for me.


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