Bitter Bliss: A Poetry Collection

Eye of the Storm

My emotions lurk out of sight

a storm, a hurricane, swirling, swirling,

behind my empty eyes.

Sometimes it swells like fire;

others, the eye passes over me

and all is calm.

But still, I'm afraid, always wondering

when it will come back.

Each time, it is worse.

I told him I'll get through it

because I always do.

I didn't tell him I tried last week

to end it all.

What if I don't make it through this time?

What if I wasn't dealing with it okay?

He wouldn't know.

But he could guess.

I wish he would.