At the heart of the rage,
where everything around me breaks,
it is still.

No wind,
no voice,
only breath
and the pounding of my own being.

The world pulls at me,
twists,
shouts,
spins in circles of fear and expectation,
but here-
in this center-
I am.

Not untouched,
but unshaken.
Not without damage,
but wit eyes open
and hands free.

In the eye of the storm
I learn the difference
between chaos
and choice,
between falling
and choosing to stand.