The Eye of The Hurricane

Strong.

Over every word in every book,

The one I am proud to say defines me, 

Is strong. 

My life has been a storm,

An everlasting hurricane of destruction, 

And dark gray clouds.

The winds constantly throwing things from one place to another,

The rain beating down like bullets,

Breaking things,

Crushing them.

The flood is the worst part though.

It fills every crack, 

Every inch,

Every space it can trying to take away all the air

But,

I am strong.

I will admit that for awhile the winds tore to me different places,

The rain crushed me,

And the floods,

Well lets just say I was drowning for awhile.

That flood water is dark and cold,

There is no air.

The suffocation of the flood water was the worst feeling of all

But,

I am strong.

Eventually I swam,

I fought against the waves and took a breath.

I didn't let the rain crush me,

Or the winds take me in any direction they blew.

I took control.

I became the calm in the storm.

I became the eye of the hurricane.

I rose because I am strong.

I didn't let the current pull me under.

I've been through many hurricanes,

And I'll go through more,

But I am strong,

I will continue to be the calm in the storm,

I will continue to be the eye of the hurricane.

- Samantha Pappas