The Eye of the Hurricane (Poetry)

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The Eye of the Hurricane

By Amy Frank (March 13, 2026)

Long before she came here,

they knew that she’d be born.

They blessed her with a protective cloak—

The power of a storm.

Like a dragon who guards the tower,

where the princess lies in bed,

only a knight of noble heart

may reach her sleeping head.

In modern times, where dragons

were turned into a myth,

the trees and plants then blessed her

with the powers of the Earth.

They gave her inner thunder—

Feelings, oh so strong,

that she was deemed a hurricane,

and locked up inside wards.

Any man who sought her love

had to brave the roar.

He had to face the ancient trial,

like Arthur with the sword.

If he could not remove the blade,

it was not his to hold,

for healers need protectors,

so she learned to walk alone—

A doe guised as a wolf,

to hide her gentle soul.

Once feeling cursed, our girl,

now knows how blessed she is.

Long before she came here,

she received this gift.

That only one of valour

who dares to face himself

may know the eye of the hurricane—

The peace within her heart.

For when love runs so deeply,

that it can heal all earthly wounds,

then yes, she must be protected

by the dark side of the moon.

So blessed are you, child,

to be a walking hurricane.

To hold the energy of earthquakes,

volcanoes, and the rains.

Blessed are you, child,

to be the howling wind.

Blessed are you, child,

to heal mankind’s sins.

So shine your guiding light

like a lighthouse in the storm,

for all light must be protected

from those who wish it harm.

All that you give out

will return tenfold—

so send out all your love, my dear,

for now and evermore.

For you, you hold the power,

of the whirlpools and typhoons.

You, you are the sunlight,

the starlight, and the moon.

You, you are the peaceful nights

of warmth wrapped in a breeze.

You, you are the rising sun—

The hope that shines again.

You, my love, are limited

only by your thoughts.

So trust, my girl, trust—

this love was not for naught.

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Art As Therapy: “The Eye of the Hurricane” by Amy Frank (March 31, 2026)