Storm
There is a storm,
Rumbling on inside my heart.
In it is an eye,
A sense of calmness.
I have havoc going on around me,
I try to stop it but can't.
The wind prevents me.
The eye comforts me,
holding me a prisioner of the storm
I try and try to escape
each time being blown back into the eye
although this occurs,
I get farther each time,
hoping one day,
I reach outside of the storm.
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I love this! You create a very vivid picture with your words.