It was silent for a moment, only broken by the thunder

The sway of the drapes provoked engagement from wonder

A light speckled scene so graceful and poised

Consuming the flashes along with the noise

A rush of ‘what ifs’ came flooding in time

A synchronization of the fields and the mind

From this, I must grow or linger for years

A choice between triumph or warranted tears

How, you may ask, does one simply decide

That a treacherous nagging can no longer reside

It comes down to will and the power of the mind

This storm that is raging will be left behind

The sky will clear and the fields will flourish

The heart and soul will begin to feel nourished

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