There’s a calm in the storm I feel
if only I could inch a little closer.
Let me stand within its path to hug the violent winds,
hold the hail, embrace the searing rain against my skin.
I’d like to brush my fingers along the wall of the eye,
pass my palm straight through healing and harm’s fragile divide,
challenge its definitive structure with my own existence – two worlds at the same time.
Duality – certainly contradictory,
but certainty nonetheless.
I only fear what I cannot know,
but I know how to see shadows in the dark.
Hurricane and harbor, two shades of the same color.
Let me learn your beautiful art.
Terrah Holly Writes 