Arianna Sikorski

Breathe on me southerly winds of turbulence,

stripping me of childish delights.

Is there strength to oppose this formless enemy

when all green blades succumb to its insistent force?

Is there no stance of determination

that you do not violently attack?

 

Your angry bursts decree:

         “Bend your will to mine.

           For there are no moments of peace

           when I take command!”

 

But I do not kneel before chaos.

And I will not bend under your transparent tyranny,

losing hope and joining the fallen.

For I know the tears in my hand are from hearts of many,

and their voices rise over you, carried upon your gusts of desperation.

So scream on gales of hidden oppressions.

I stand and face your destructive end,

until peace will reign again.

 

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