In the eye of the storm

In a crowd of faces, a heart feels bare, A cyclone's eye, a lonely despair.

 Family near, friends by my side they stand, Yet an injured bird, lost in this desolate land.

Suffocation's grip, a darkness profound, Hollow echoes where solace can't be found. 

Empty chambers where feelings reside, A vacant heart, nowhere left to confide.

Dark circles gather, a sleepless night's toll, Tears on my pillow, taking their hold.

 The weight of sorrow, a heavy, crushing chain, A wounded spirit, succumbing to pain.

The world moves on, a vibrant hue, But in my heart, a somber blue.

 Each passing day, a heavy toll, A lonely journey, taking its hold.

Like a frog sitting alone, feeling undone, Except it's not just a meme, it's my life, Stuck in this sadness, this endless strife.

But even within this tempest's furious heart, A tiny ember of hope plays its own part. 

A fragile flame, flickering in the night, Whispering promises of a brighter light.

Though shadows lengthen, and darkness may loom, I'll find the strength to push back the gloom. 

For even in the eye of the cyclone's might, There's a resilience that burns ever so bright.

So let the tears fall, let the feelings flow, In the eye of the storm, a new seed will grow.

 And though the cyclone's fury may rage and roar, The dawn will break, a new day will soar.

Through the tempest's heart, a journey I'll take, With each step forward, my spirit will wake. 

For even in darkness, light starts to gleam, A beacon of hope, a life's vibrant dream.

By,

Shaina...