Out of the Eye

here I go now....

I have stood in the eye of the storm,
ventured to the very edges,
and went back to center once again.
Fearful of the malignancy of anger
and hate.
Protective of my love for you, not
wanting it to incur damage
from the daggers shooting from your mouth.
Keeping it safe from lightening bolts
erupting thru your eyes and
hiding it
from malicious lies being
regurgitated from the
pits of Hell.
I am leaving
the eye.
Stepping forth fully armed, ready
to show my love what you expect it
to handle.
As I pull out all stops, release
the shrouds of protection, and
feel the onslaught of the storm...
My Love Cries,
then it pulls itself together and prepares
for battle, the like of which
you have never
seen.
Prepare yourself, I am strong beyond
belief, angry beyond measure,
AND
I will survive leaving
The Eye of the Storm.