Eye of the Storm

Eye of the Storm

moment’s pause to catch my breath

its hollow sounding rattle rasps

reverberating conic echo

strange silence inside the hurricane

coiled spring inside my broken chest

waiting…waiting…waiting

for one last collapsing breath

exhaustion beyond reason’s solutions

seeking true home’s tranquility

remembered in eye of the storm

(c) Amanda Wilson 2012

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