In the Eye of a Hurricane

I feel like
I’m in the eye of a hurricane
there’s a calm protecting me
from the wall of wind
about to strike me

I feel like
I’m climbing a mountain
there are shards of rocks
that with a single slip
will cut me
to the quick

I feel like
I want to run and hide
I need a cave
dark and quiet
a sanctuary
just for me

I feel like
there’s a whirlwind
I’m going to lose 
do I abstain 
or do I flee

I feel like
the walls are 
closing in
there’s a storm in my heart
that I 
can’t contain

and I need
a new start

before I end.

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