A loaded cloud of debris whirls around
As I remain firmly planted in its eye
There is silence but no peace
The strain of stillness takes its toll
One step in any direction and it all crashes in
Safety is not comfortable
And comfort is not necessarily safe
Teetering on the precipice and ready to fall
No way to escape unscathed
No landing zone in sight
Ready to falter and take the hits
Hoping to make it to the other side
The side where peace resides