Set down onto rocky, parched earth,
My limbs stay spring-loaded
Ready to leap from a desert-place of discomfort.
Change has charged my fortifications,
Shaken and stirred up storms of worry.
I have to ride out the squalls,
To let myself feel the ripping seams of what was known,
To cry out for the old,
To breathe in the stinging, fresh air,
To grow anew.
But in spite of raging tempests
Blown in on shifting winds,
I am steady.
I am rooted to the earth
In knowing the depth of your love.
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