In The Eye Of A Storm ; A Poem for those whose own minds cause hurt

Our own minds are a curse,

cursing the way we think,

the way we feel,

Maybe if we believed we could be loved,

we would be,

and maybe if we believed we were worth it,

we would be,

What if we turned off our minds?

Would we feel the happiness we are seeking?

Would we be able to love how we're meant to love?

Would we be able to be loved how we dreamed to be?

But how can we stop the storm that was self made,

A tornado of fears, that eats us up.

The echo of fears grows louder than hope’s whisper.

drowning in our own storms

We simply want an escape.

An escape from ourselves,

To escape the curse within.

Perhaps if you give into a person

A person who is willing to stand in the storm with you,

A person who will fight for you.

Maybe it's not that we are unloved,

It's that we do not know what love really means.

Love means they will ease that curse you created.

Love means they will stick by you—

Stick by you through the fears

And worries,

The good times

And the bad.

A person who will ease your pain,

And remind you even in the darkest storms

There is still light.

They will not run away

Or give up on you.

They will hold your hand when you need it most,

They will stand with you throughout the chaos of life.

Love is not perfection,

Rather finding peace in the midst of a curse.

Turning fears into hope,

And storms into calm where love can finally breathe.

w.a