The Eye of the Storm

In the eye of the storm……
there is blue sky
there is no gale
there is no rain
it is peaceful and quiet……

What has gone by, has gone by…….
the howling wind
the biting rain
the sky the color of ash

How long does it last—this eye of the storm?
A day, a month, a year, longer???

The eye of my storm lasted for 24 years.
It wasn’t denial,
it wasn’t repression…..
it was the peaceful, quiet eye of the storm.

Now I am on the other side
of that big, huge eye wall.

The wind has picked up speed,
I can smell the rain coming.
There’s lightning surrounding me
and hail hitting my face.

I’m being buffeted by wind, hail, rain and lightning…
I hang on, grounding myself to the earth…
not willing to let go again,
not willing to be torn from those I love,
not willing to be taken from myself again….

Reaching out my hands
to my lover, my friends, my helpers, my guides…
reaching out to those who have been here before
and who have made it through the storm—whole and in one piece.

There is strength here…
and love and compassion and support.
There is sorrow for what was
and hope for what will be.
There is light and laughter
among the gray and the wind.
The eye of the storm is not the end
it is the middle….

The end of the storm, I am told, is amazing….
I hear there is an incredible rainbow..and peace,
finally peace……

Hope draws me there

cah 08/07