Incoming

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The low deepens
I batten down,
preparing - 
uncertainty tricks me into panic,
twitching at every howl

Fragments fly
I breathe, 
watching,
face to wind
sharp-eyed,
abiding

In the cold blackness
I breathe,
remembering,
storms weathered
damage interrogated
repairs made in truth

Through the veil
the sun warms my bones  
I breathe,
knowing,  
I will rise again
forever altered
anew