Eye Of The Storm

I look into the eye of the storm.

I see hopelessness...

I see the rage....

I see the hurt...

I see that we are gone....

But when i look into the clear blue sky,

i see what we have always wanted.

I see love thats never ending.

I see trust....

I see the hope of our dreams come true.

But when i look back at the storm i wonder what im holding onto.

Should i let go?

Should i keep fighting?

Should i give in to what seems inevitable?

I feel like im struggling barely above the surfice.

Even though i hold on, I have never felt so alone.

My words....

My grief....

My worries....

They all fall short.

Will the storm calm, or will it swallow me alive with whatever is left of my heart?