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Storm on horizon approaching, or passing?

Knuckles white in attempt to constrain tiller

Grimaced outlook becoming permanent face.

Experience replaced with security amassing

Freedom of unknown - relinquished for pillar

Defeated: even if squall gone without trace.

Worn path self extolled as virtuous choice 

Sleight of own hand? Soul bereft of passion

Perhaps overdue wisdom from inner voice:

Richness of being, starts with compassion.