Billow and blow, swirling and spinning and at the Eye I am,
Unable to focus, lost, dizzying impenetrable wall of gray
No sign of thinning or slowing ever churning and roiling.
At the Eye I am with no way out
As the wind and the clouds hurl all about
In the early morning hours and all through the night
Thoughts are a jumbled heap and jump the tracks of thought
To join in the maelstrom circling around my head.
In the Eye I am while chaos twirls and whirls
Trying to make sense as scenes go flying by,
Scenes from the past and from dreams were once
All was bright and merry and made sense,
Now show the nightmares that hide within the storm.
Eyes closed tight to weather the weather and
Hold onto equilibrium slipping from my tenuous grasp
Patiently I await that break in the gloom
Until then, In the Eye of the storm I am.
~Koneta 2024
Category: Poems