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Wind lashes the trees.
The water churns angry white.
I can't let this be.
Sacrifice a goat.
Strike a deal with the unseen.
Beg storms for respite.
I'm too busy to
board windows, batten hatches
or leave the storm's path.
Against all my will
the storm comes rushing in, then
skies clear without help.
This, my fool's errand:
To prevent the hurricane,
save him from himself.
I am powerless
over the rushing maelstrom:
over addiction.
Do I think I could
command the winds or the sea?
Or reason with them?
I can fight the rain
or admit powerlessness
and find true power.
This post was originally published atThe Second Road.

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