Poetry

In the Eye of a Storm

Oh… This was nothing short of a prophecy. I know now.


A change is coming.

I feel it in my bones.

Or is it…

Happening right now?

Like growing pains.

Uncomfortable.

Feels like something is wrong.

And yet…

It doesn’t.

So strange…

A part of me wants it to end.

But another part knows…

It must be this way.

I have to go through it.

And it’s okay.

Excitement rises within…

Of what is coming.

I have no clue and yet…

I do.

Caught between a calm knowing.

And the old ways of worry and fear.

Standing in the eye of a storm.

But it’s stripping me away of it all…

Leaving me bare.

Raw.

As it gets washed away by the tide…

A breath of fresh air.

I am left with myself.

As I am.

Cleansed by the wind and the rain.

Taking in the warmth of the sun.

Whole.

Powerful.

Light.

Free.

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