I of The Storm
I, I of the Storm
Cannot always remain determined and strong
I am sleepless nights-
Fear and fright-
Anxiousness- I am Post traumatic Stress.
An internal wrecking ball
Infected emotions-
I of the Storm
Days of peace
Months of ‘self’ in pieces-
I, I of the Storm-
An internal wobbling spinning top
I of the storm can’t even seem to stop
In this I remain quietly-
Insane
Drained
I, I of the storm
Where the sun shines at times
And where darkness can remain
My skin, my soul, my heart
Completely stained?
I, I of the storm
Remaining in the faith of a hopeful song
Pull myself up from the sinking sand
With this I know I can take a stand.
I of the storm
Living with this inner discord
This life I’ve lived has been chore
When it rains it suddenly pours.
I, I of the storm
Wishing I could settle score
And begin to heal this festering sore.
I of the storm
As I continue to work on finding release
Conquering this inner conflict-
While the self Struggles for peace.
Photo: In My Youth /Cover: Diana Little, Lisa Renee Mella-Ducos
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jwiener
Great play on words turning the commonly-used phrase "eye of the storm" into "I, I of the storm." Instead of being in the middle of the storm, you turned yourself into the storm, which can bring power and wreak havoc as well. In this poem you speak of vulnerability and detachment while still remaining strong like a storm.