Poem
Poem
Eye of the Storm
By: Corey R. Parsley
Whirls of raging mists lash and trap
The palm, wood poles and rip the metal trees
From there home in the cement.
Waves of crashing ocean salt break ground
As well as the spirits above it.
At once, it is quiet.
Not a whisper or a hint of moisture
Light beams through the center of the massive
Swirling cloud and a calm flushes the land.
This place has seen chaos, but now the end
Of the destruction has come
And those weary souls are reborn into a world
Of Possibilities
Of Strength
Of Hope.