As young people, we feel we are in fact immortal, like the pits of death will never cut the breathe of our pharynx short, until tragedy strikes and reveals to us that death and sorrow have no respectable persons regardless of race, gender, nor age, my revelation came in the form of a massive ef-5 tornado, as I sat in the hall along side my mother we could feel such uneasiness and vexation, as if we were a two time felon in the courtroom during sentencing, then the mallet drops, wind consuming us, debris flying overhead, I heard the house I resided in being ripped to shreds, I felt my body rising off of the floor, I just knew I was dead, wish I could tell my family bye, I love you deeply within, then I begin to cry out Lord please forgive my unspoken sins, dirt circulating everywhere, I could not open my eyes, then I felt someone tightly clinch me, I guess he heard my cries, after the storm it was such a unique calmness, like a mother after she conceives, suddenly I heard people crying out, trapped under debris, I continued to ponder where did the hands come from that saved me... it was my mother, she told me she would die for me, because ill always be her baby..
Jesse Pickens
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-eye-of-the-storm-2/
