Aug. 2, 1998
 
 
 
 

Tiny fragments of life tossed about in the whirlwind of relationships.....
Beating and thrashing of the elements of trust and faith and hope.
Winds of disappointments never cease...calming temporaraily....
Then intensifying before easing their speed again.
So many storms she has weathered.
Her strength is fading fast.

She rests in the eye of the hurricane......

She tries to relax in the calm therein.
But the fears plaguing her cannot be calmed....
Frightened, shivering.......tears never ceasing....
Her instincts tell her the next storm will destroy her...
She has learned her instincts are the one sure thing she can trust.

She cringes .... here in the eye of the hurricane.

August 3, l998

Eye of the Hurricane...
...continued

Fierce winds of anger.....
Vicious cutting stings of cruel words.....
Emotions stripped and torn and hurdling around in the
Rivers of discontent the mighty storm brought forth.
She was right...this storm is destined to destroy her.
This storm lashing and tearing her apart...

As the eye of the hurricane passes over.

She steadies herself....looks around at all the debris.
She picks up some of the pieces...He does the same...
They sift and separate in a state of disbelief
That this storm could have done so much damage.
They hold each other and think of all the good things they have.
They wont let this storm destroy them.

Copyright © 1998 by angellea

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