Just outside the eye of the storm
So close to the calm of it
the peace of it
after fighting forwards for so long
I should be enthralled
drove forwards by the closeness of it
so soon
and I’ll be there
but I’m not
I’m terrified
I become weaker the more I journey
led blindly by the forces of the storm around me
surrounding me
controlling me
or am I just dreaming?
maybe I chose to be here
maybe I want to be here
desperate for the calm in the centre
but the more I stare at it
this so called paradise
the more it becomes a mirage
a false hope
a fake dream
a destination never to be reached
and I run
back the way I came
back against the storm
tears like waterfalls as I defy everything around me
I have to leave my heart behind
too heavy to run with
it would just drag me down.
I grow even wearier as I reach the edge.
finally I fall to the floor
too drained to do much else
but as I lie here
too tired to move
too pained to feel
I look back at the storm
at its howling winds
its splintering rain
and It’s beautiful
maybe this is the eye of the storm
that moment of clarity
that second of peace
and suddenly something unknown within me
moves me forwards
dragging me across the floor
determined to have its way
and although every other inch of me
wants me to go back to the edge;
shouts at me to stop
screams at me to turn around
cries at me to think
I keep moving forward…
led blindly by the force of it…
to the mirage at the centre…
the supposed ‘eye of the storm’
Excellent. You have the content and the feel and the rhythm. Now start being more aware of the tiny details, of the craft of a poem. If you are going to have no capital letters, make sure there are none. And if you suddenly use one, be sure it’s for a reason. Similarly with punctuation.