Cast Iron Spirit

Messages had abounded
for many a week
throughout my out-of-sorts
period

Questions and concerns
had me searching
high and low,
seeking support
in all the wrong
places

Miscommunications combined with
malicious guidance acted like
red herrings

My thoughts twisted
into horrific labyrinths
with actions to
follow

Yet, as night turns to day,
and winter to
spring

Weathering storms,
small, large, expected
or not, is part of
life

I bear no scars,
but a seasoned knowledgable,
experienced cast iron
spirit

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