Apr 12
I am the word,
I am born of ancient hearts,
Tales and myths woven into fine threads,
Forming the strings in my muscles, my tendons.
I am power and strength,
An unyeilding resolve,
Against the ghastliest of odds,
Bones forged from steel.
I am the outcry,
The voice of rationality and reason,
Defendant, accuser, judge and jury,
Mind a maze of emotion and logic.
I am the wind,
The stormy seas, cloudy skies and lumbering forests.
Stretching pines and groaning willows,
This is the signature of my heart.
What are you?
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poesía365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
