Eye of the Hurricane

i am weak.

like eye of the storm.

 

i marvel at the terrific ocean

while my reflection stares at me

 

i meet its gaze.

for the water appears so clear

and so calm,

i could never miss it. 

 

my eye meets purple hazed beauty marks

creeping down my naked body

old friends, welcomed back.

 

like the eye of the storm,

the walls igniting torrential rain.

 

this is only the beginning.

This poem is about: 
Me

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