Reborn in the eye of the storm

she stands alone in the dark room
the storm raves the land of sunshine
peering out the window excited by lightning
yet lonely, isolated, reserved and scared
the uncertainty of the storm parallels her doom
the wind whips around frantically as it whines
a sole police car and debris fill her sighting
her home already needs repaired

all over the city the power is out as lines go down
except for the brilliant flashes of the storms light
distant oscillating beams from emergency vehicles
darkness in all vectors is all that can be found
nothing but the sounds of a thrashing cyclone
she realizes what she feels is not fear or fright
but her life as it slowly away drifted and trickles
like a lost soul on a boat in this storm drowned

patiently awaiting the storm's ferocities to end
she dreams of a what seems a distant past
across a mighty sea to a different place and time
laughing, smiling, playing, working, feeling
enjoying a rich full life with family and friends
driving the open desert freeway careless and fast
the mountains in distant lands she would climb
she drifts back to the storm, her senses reeling

the end of the storm drifts off like a local transient
she reaches for a drink in hopes of relaxing
bracing herself to survey the hurricane's damage
seeing the great irony of the storm and her spirit
as she steps outside with the winds now silent
the motions of the recent past she was just acting
it mirrors the results of the tempest's rage
is it a coincidence or a message she has to admit

her resolve to clean up from the termendous disaster
is bolster by the images of the past she longs for
to live as she once has in this seemingly cruel place
which once was filled with adventure and excitement
of happiness and joy and friendship and laughter
to rebuild her tattered life to its former stature
starting anew refreshed with great courage and grace
she steps forward not looking back with contentment