Eye of the Storm
The eye of the storm
Head to head
We dread
The place most calm
Where silence is deadly
Head to head at last
Which stone will shatter the glass
The one thrown hard or gently
Our souls can�t handle
What we�re going through
Without knowing the final truth
So we continue to fight this battle
We�ll feed off each other�s losses
As we remove then veils
Knocking our own train off of the rails
When we make these coin tosses
We step on egg shells
Trying not to push hard
Yet always managing to leave a scar
Of our own personal hell
- Joeann L. Hunter 4/24/01
� 2002 JoAnn Kornatowski
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