In the Eye of the Storm


In the Eye of the Storm

So many fears, so much confusion.

My thoughts swirl like a twister storm with no apparent beginning or end.

Just swirling, twirling…

I am helpless to control or to capture them.

“Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore

Spinning barns and upturned earth scattering…

Randomly flung great distances across the prairie surface of my mind.

 And yet the violent swirling, twirling continues…

By Wendy Welk


In the Eye of the Storm

Wendy Welk was born in Alberta, Canada and spent her formative years stargazing and joyfully playing in the snow. Wendy's poems have appeared in newspapers and magazines. She lives with her son and is still a fan of snow!
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