In the Eye of the Storm
So many fears, so much confusion.
My thoughts swirl like a twister storm with no apparent beginning or end.
Just swirling, twirling…
I am helpless to control or to capture them.
“Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore”
Spinning barns and upturned earth scattering…
Randomly flung great distances across the prairie surface of my mind.
And yet the violent swirling, twirling continues…
By Wendy Welk
