Eye of the Storm
A poem
Published in
Jun 16, 2024
What is it to stand in the eye of the storm?
It is the deadliest they say
A no man’s land, for all to be swept away
But, what if it’s just a portal
To reminisce on life
To endure the strife
Where time stands still
Where the chaos sends a chill
Down the spine of the one chosen
To watch life, frozen
I use to live my life in the eye of the storm
Hoping to get swept away
Hoping that I would make it another day
Hoping that excitement would stay-
Just long enough to live-
Life not on display
No longer a caste away,
But the eye of the storm
The heart that will not conform
