What I hope is that you can
Offer me some calm,
Even if it's just
What's in the eye
Of the storm.
That today I feel vulnerable
Like moldable clay
In the hands of the potter,
I am a tree shaken
By the fury of the hurricane,
I find myself immersed
In the heat of a battle.
In the situation
Where the turbulent winds
Make the curtains
Of the theater of my life dance
And these tears are
Like the bellows that fan
The inner fire
Of a perpetual oven
Where my psyche and my soma
Are embers that wear out.
I am experiencing
This crucial period
When the gusts are unleashed,
When the waves stir
And the seas rise,
When sorrows transform
From their state of larvae
To a chrysalis in chains.
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