The Eye of the Storm
My silence draws you closer to me
Than my words ever could
For in my silence you can place your own words on my lips
And hear what your heart desires.
It is calming like the eye of a storm
Though you know the worst is yet to come.
Your words push me away
They are cold and violent like the sea during the storm
There is nothing left to my imagination
Because the intent of every word spoken washes over me in waves
And yet I am drawn in by the current
For there is no eye, without a storm.
This poem is about:
Me