My Life is a Hurricane.

My life is a Hurricane.

My life is a hurricane; vicious and brutal.
The wind pushing me forward, the rain shoving me back.
To try and change it's course would be futile.
Up, and down,forward and back the once unbroken debris fly.
My life is a hurricane; vicious and brutal

But remember, there is always the eye.
The calming of the storm in the middle of the chaos.
That is my haven, where everything is calm, and cool.
But, I am always fearful for it must pass.
For then things turn hectic again.

My life is a hurricane; vicious and brutal.
The people around me do not heed the storm, they pay no mind.
They don't care, even though everything's being trashed, falling apart.

When this horrible occurrence finally passes, things become serene again.
But I do not breathe a sigh of relieve, it will be back, this natural disaster.
But until then, things feel right;
The wind and rain cease to exist, the clouds clear and the sunlight burns bright.
But the light is not always good! it shines on the damage that has been done.

One day, when I'm strong enough to brace the storm head on, i'll leave.
For now, I'll have to just continue being thrashed about.
With the winds pushing me forward, and the rain shoving me back;
I'm hoping you'll hear my shout.