It’s coming
It’s swelling up from within
It will seep through the pores
The hubris gangrene
The bitterness sweet
The sadness calming
There is no joy
In what’s to come
But come it must
The storm is coming
Take no shelter
For there is no hiding
Face the reality sphere
Steady the ship
I think it broke
It’s hard to tell
I think its safe to say
It’s here…
Categories: Culture, mental health, photography, poetry, Psychology
psychologistmimi 
Oh, it’s indeed here and getting more ready to explode. Great post. Timely and poetic.
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Waiting for this storm since December 2012! 😀
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Great post! Is this in reference to a real storm?
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