Silence,heavy as a prayer,
spins me in circles of broken air.
Walls of fury roar and rise,
yet here I float beneath hollow skies.

Torn from anchor,adrift from shore,
the world I knew exists no more.
In the quiet heart of chaos born,
I am lost in the eye of the storm.

No north,no sound,no cry to hear,
just the thudding rhythm of fear.
Yet somewhere in this empty core,
I find a peace I've never known before.

A breath between the crash and fall,
a whispered name,a distant call.
If storms must tear and tempests mourn,
still--I am whole in the eye of the storm.