The Eye of the Storm

The Eye of the Storm, the title is enough is it not?

Waiting. Hoping. Praying.

The silence is deafening.

The breathe before the plunge. The calm before the storm.

The mask goes on and off again.

They must not know who you really are.

There!

The storm is here!

Its a welcome relief from the silence.

But it will only add to the pain.

Struggling now instead of just being.

Hair whipping, eyes downcast, standing in a puddle.

Rain and wind all around you.

Dark clouds above.

Behind and ahead is darkness. 

Where to go, where to escape.

How much longer can the silence maintain its grip when the noise is taking over?

The walls are closing in.

Running.

Screaming.

Crying.

There's only one place to go.

The Eye of the Storm.

Face the fears. 

Be released.

The End

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