Cheeks 
flushed, fists raised to sky
Swearing at the heavens
Threats disappearing in the 
wind
Life is 
pressing in around him
Lists of undone projects a mile long
Unpaid bills 
left in stacks on his desk
He dreads 
calls from his boss
He goes to his home, his nexus
To his wife, his heart, his 
one and only
Sharing his chaos with his confidant
Finally relaxing because of her 
tender touch
This was inspired by 
The Sunday Whirl- Wordle 219. I haven't done one these in two years! My writing practice has suffered so much lately. I can't figure out why when I'm in the storm of chaos and confusion, when I need writing most, I seize up. I'm finally starting to write again, now that the storm has calmed a bit. I'm still stressed out though. I'm not out of the storm yet. I just wish I had someone with a tender touch who can help me relax.
 The Sunday Whirl- Wordle 219
The Sunday Whirl- Wordle 219 by 
Porcelain Lotus is licensed under a 
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Based on a work at 
https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2015/10/04/wordle-219/.