The Defiant Me! Poem by Anita John

The Defiant Me!



Rain may lash against the window...
A storm may be brewing outside the door.. and yet
No, not a tear will spill over, nor a single wail rise...
Head may be teeming with formless words...
Many an unsung song swirling in the soul, and yet...
No, not a whisper will be uttered...
Not even a lone note at that..

Cause through all of this it's clear..
It's all just a grabbing at straws..
Like holding on to a vanishing mist..
Of sunshine and sand slipping through feeble hands...
And so, yes, not one wistful thought....
Do i have to spare for you...
No, not even one more!

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