Noticing magnolia petals droop, 
choosing peace over panic,
over fear.
Turning fate into a beautifully held innocent destiny, like crystallized honey drops melting underneath my tongue.
makes me want to loose myself in the cadence of the falling rain
into its grace and mercy I melt away.
Swirling, whirling
the storm that feels all too familiar
the one that lingers long enough
to offer a choice,
panic or peace
I know my choice
because I’ve been here before.
it’s do or let it be done.