Vise Grip of Uncertainty

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It’s as if someone literally ripped open my chest

And crushed my heart with callous fingers of fate.

Help in a vice grip, I struggle for air,

Flailing in overwhelming panic.

And then through the pain and tension,

The voice of the spirit whispers tenderly,

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I am a child of the universe, poet, philosopher and idealist and teacher.

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