By Marc Smith
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Thanks for the crits they are right on. When I submitted it I completely forgot to format it. Like I said, it is my first submission. Thanks for the feedback.
Frustration rises. Tension builds.
Serenity is a forgotten word.
Seasons of calm and carelessness fade into the chaotic tempest.
It is here where it is lost.
Blown about by the tumultuous winds of change.
Shaken and stirred in vain attempts to break free.
There is no end. There is no escape.
Pressure intensifies until it feels as if it will be torn apart.
Spun into unconsciousness by the whirlwind of its existence.
Nothing is stable. Nowhere is safe.
It cannot bear it alone.
There is no hope.
Then, darkness. Silence.
Eerie calm breeds uncertainty.
Warmth lurks in the depths.
Peace envelops. Surety returns.
A welcome stillness surrounds a weary state.
The comfort of a soft touch and gentle breeze sustains confidence.
A soothing word brings absolute clarity.
Light slowly brightens. Pressure recedes.
The surge of life once again races through its being.
Restoration is complete. Safety is overwhelming.
Reformation reinstates trust.
There is always hope in its Savior.
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