turbulence roils
in the night my psyche roils in turbulence,
during the day I can feel like a calm ocean,
all in harmony and rightness,
the sun pours down upon me
and all seems right with the world,
all that power, though, percolates down,
driving great emotional currents that just need a way
to break through to the surface,
my dreamings can be openings to my conscious surface,
and I toss and turn with the power
that churns me within,
in the morning I am glad of the therapist within.
by Henry H. Walker
May 18, ‘20
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