The past month has not been kind to me.
It is peaceful in the center of the hurricane.
The storm rages outside, roaring, making me stutter. It is peaceful here inside.
I am not moving. I stay in one place, I see no way out.
I know there must be a way out, but it is not an easy one. Every now and then I go close to the border, close to the storm. I extend my hand, take a step forward. I can feel the storm trying to take me away only to throw me around, to toy with me, to make me suffer.
I can now see the possibilities, all that could be if only I walked through the rain and lightning and wind.
I see the storm destroying all those possibilities, all my dreams turn to dust as a lightning sets them on fire.
Promises turn to lies. Love into hate.
I step back. I feel safer here, in the center of the hurricane. Unmoving.
The storm rages outside, roaring, making me stutter. It is peaceful here inside.
I am not moving. I stay in one place, I see no way out.
I know there must be a way out, but it is not an easy one. Every now and then I go close to the border, close to the storm. I extend my hand, take a step forward. I can feel the storm trying to take me away only to throw me around, to toy with me, to make me suffer.
I can now see the possibilities, all that could be if only I walked through the rain and lightning and wind.
I see the storm destroying all those possibilities, all my dreams turn to dust as a lightning sets them on fire.
Promises turn to lies. Love into hate.
I step back. I feel safer here, in the center of the hurricane. Unmoving.