This year bore the low and high
Tearing down flames in the sky.
But I swam like sharks through tides
Beneath the oceans, no fears to hide.

Though trespassing, I had churns
Thrusting up, to face the fears
But I made whirlwinds to turn
By telling myself never to burn.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu