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The Cauldron
An innate force,
Surges through me at times.
It comes unannounced,
But it pulls and it binds.
It brings me always,
Back to this place-
Where the wind dances on the Atlantic;
Where Mother Nature awaits.
Something in her whispers-
Or oft in her roar,
Beckons out the demons,
Who burst from my core.
Tears sting my cheeks,
As they jump from my soul,
And land on the waves,
That glisten below.
Once the cauldron is empty,
Down to the last drop-
For a moment I'm empty,
But she does not stop.
In through my lungs,
She enters like spears.
Her beautiful voice,
Echoing in my ears.
Serenity floods in,
Now the pain is set free.
I need her coaxing purr,
To release it for me.
I leave this place,
All it's beauty untouched.
Until the next time,
I return to erupt.
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