I am held fixed, gazing at the eye of a hurricane in my heart and mind. All I can see is that uncrying eye Fear of the blow does not let me feel kind. All I have let myself know is the storm, Never trusting times of gentle breezes.
Life is too strange when emotion eases.
Railing against the hurricane fear, Facing the winds with cold and steely eye, Perplexed that the skies would never clear, The storm only lifts when I stare down the I. Heartfelt gentle words made thunder above, Love of fear transformed into fear of love.