Still.

Still is how I would describe the feeling inside the eye of a tornado.

Still.

Movement all around you, but your center solid.

Still.

Chaos rips through the place you once called home

leaving nothing but broken pieces of what once was...

Still.

Lives are changed. 

Relationships wilted.

Still...

I feel numb.

Sad.

Sad at what was lost? 

No.

Sad at the reality we are livnig in.

Hopeful... but for what?

A new beginning, hopefully better than before.

Still.

Calm chaos builds like a volcano, silent bubbling deep inside,

but no one knows it's about to blow.

People go on about their everyday lives,

not knowing what chaos looms behind the closed door of their neighbors house.

But still.

Still the sun comes out the day after the storm,

shining light on the righteous and the wicked.

The good. The bad. The ugly. All of it.

Still.

What will tomrrow hold?

That,

is uncertain.