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April 20, 2013

Elizabeth T., Tuscaloosa, AL By estucker1998, Tuscaloosa, AL

In these stormy days,
I have nowhere left to turn.
The winds push me, pull me,
drag me down.
The tides swirl me around,
slinging me this way and that.

But then I find it.
I find the thing that holds me down.
It keeps my feet planted
solidly on the ground.

The winds cannot shake me.
The tides cannot break me.
In my security,
I stand tall
and still.

I have found my anchor.


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