Poetry in Motion Attempt #2...

I am in the Eye of the Storm
Where in each circular direction
-There is chaos
Whirling at over a hundred miles per hour.
The clouds swirling are a blur,
The hope lying beyond this Hurricane is blocked,
The sound of the gusts are like laughter
-Repeating and breaking nature's fury.
However fear is not something to hold here;
The bluster has blew them away somewhere inside its storm.
I have been part of this forecast for a while
-Waiting for the sunny break.
Inside this chaos, stands a circle of hope,
Discredited of fear and destruction,
To look up at the clarity;
Blue and Sunny;
-To finally escape into Inspiration.