Tuesday, September 20, 2011
I am the eye of the storm. This is the epicenter of chaos, yet I am left untouched. Swirling and flailing about is the mess of heartbreak, loss, pain, anger, confusion of all the people who are so dear to my heart. And then there is me in the middle of it all - listening and empathizing with them, but not actually letting the wind sweep me off my feet or let the strong rain soak me through and through to my bones. As people swirl round and round I hold on to them like a strange version of a merry go round. We swirl and soar and grasp on with all our might and I watch it all occur. Am I tether tied to the people I love? Am I too afraid to let myself be taken up into the menacing clouds and lightning. Will I get swept up too?