There is a whirlwind,
I feel,
inside,
in the deep...
Choking me,
in the process ...of wanting to push through,
the surface.
Sometimes it waits...
takes a breath...
when tired,
comes back again...
in another way.
I struggle...
to survive.
Give myself some time,
to be strong,
to hold on...
But... for how long?
I am stuck.
Stuck in the muck.
I might need some prayers,
And some luck
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