Keyboard, letter, words

Rain, footsteps, puddles

Texts, photos, scrolling

Thunder, running, flooding.

Everything is spinning around me at once.

School, the boy, my family, being employed

I am in the middle of in a whirlwind

just trying to catch my grip

Because if I trip the winds will rip me.

The calm is in the eye of the storm,

they say.

The calm is in the eye of the storm.

Stories of families being torn

a country close to my heart at war

Feeling distant from trials my family endures

The thoughts saying you need to be more

The calm is in the eye of the storm

I tell myself.

But what is that mythological "eye"

that brings peace?

It is not something my eye can see.

I try to be the "eye" for myself,

but I am not made to be that type of "eye."

I turn at my boyfriend, my friends, my mentors

they cheer me up, but I still feel the strong winds

waiting to pull me into the whirlwind.

I then turn to Netflix, food, and night-outs

but quickly realize that's not what life is about.

Finally, I look up and exclaim

"Where art thou" Creator, Redeemer, Fountain of Peace?

Calm the storm, stop the rain, clear the path under my feet.

The winds picked up speed and then I understood.

It's not His job the stop the whirlwind,

it's simply a season of life I find myself in.

But He is the eye of the storm,

If I stay rooted in his promise of hope

I can find peace forevermore,

no matter what the forecast has in store.