Prose – Hurricanes


– Hurricanes –

I am the natural disaster;
Come and see the picture of my landscape,
in brighter years before the scars and anger.

I often wonder;
Perhaps it would have been better to live in peace,
to know the harmony of a heart that is whole.
But one can never know how strong they will be
until there is no choice but to face a hardship.

And so I turn to stand against the wind,
finding myself within that sacred stillness,
knowing that I am safe in the eye of the hurricane.