Challenge
Tempest-tossed
"Every storm runs out of rain." (Maya Angelou) Poetry or prose
A bloom for every doom
Live bold, never hide,
Don't bow under duress.
When pain rises like a tide
Hold it with a smile, fearless.
When stars appear to fade away
Behind dark clouds of gloom,
Meet the darkness of dismay
With all the light you can subsume.
Who know this breath we inhale
May be the last one we release
Each precious moment is to avail
For love, laughter, and for peace.
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