The Meltdown

A meltdown bursts upon the scene
With the fury of a winter gale
The angry wind and driving rain
Awaken tumult from the sea

I must abide this raging storm
That rocks this vessel we call home
I lash myself to the deck
And steer my ship into the wind

I do not fear the ocean’s squalls
This ship has weathered them before
I can outlast the angry wind
It’s time will quickly cease

Suddenly, the sun breaks through
And the wind begins to slow
The storm ends as quickly as it began
A gentle breeze returns

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4 Responses to The Meltdown

  1. mcewen says:

    More ballast dear – or failing that, chocolate.
    Best wishes

  2. Shawn says:

    Ah, ballast! What a great addition to the metaphor.

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  4. ggwfung says:

    yes, the rise and fall of the mind. How we long for that even temper, the steady blowing wind.

    ggw

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