Stormy clouds rolling in,
Emotions raw, where do they begin.
The darkness has began to descend,
How do I turn to face it and make it my friend.
The switch has been flipped, the temperature raised,
Why do I react and feel so phased.
Where do I find the buddha deep deep inside,
He is ducking and diving and trying to hide.
I will catch him in the palm of my hand,
that naughty buddha he must understand.
Why does this witness inside of me tut,
As I pout and posture and start to strut.
A silent warrior you may choose to be,
But not when faced with tragedy.
That is when real warriors are brought to form,
In the wildest of winds during the harshest storm.
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