The Eye is not safe
The destruction is still there
The pain
The death
I can not stay in the Eye
I step out
Swirling winds are all consuming
Throwing me around senselessly
The noise drowns out any peace
The debris crowds my vision until all I see is destruction
This hurricane spins me around endlessly
In my mind…
The water surges and grows
Rising higher and higher
Swallowing me whole
Until I sink beneath the waves
Struggling
Drowning
I reach out my hand
My final breath bubbling in front of me
A warm hand grabs me
I feel my head breaking the surface
I breathe
The hand guides me through the wind
And the noise
And the water
It offers me a home
A safe place
A sanctuary
The hurricane feels like a distant memory…
Then the eye tries to take me again
But the Hand will not allow it
The Hand will never let go
The Hand will ALWAYS save me.
