Eye of the Storm

There is a break in the panic.

A hiccup in the shortness of breath that feels like an escape.

There is satisfaction that comes with reaching the eye of the storm.

Even when you know it's a mere pause.

And soon you will be returned to your prior state, with no time to conform.

The action is a guilty pleasure really,

Saving yourself just a moment from doom.

Falling into a momentary daze regardless of what will come soon.

A major chord in a symphony of minors.

Feeling immune, as if you are the one exception.

As if the world revolves around you.

Then the moment ends…

The panic resumes and instantaneously there is a grab for that second chance of false hope.

But the moment is over, the peace is gone and you’re left alone to cope.

The eye of the storm can only last for so long.

Before trouble reaches you again.

And the pain it carries is twice as strong.

Emma Weiss, Grade 11

Drama Major