Unbowed Poem by Maria Barcan

At times that come without fore-warning
And go less often than i please
I deem a shaddow's touch adorning
And bear its presence with more ease.
At times, i feel the shaddow's lust;
It craves for beauty and for youth...
Unbowed, i stand to block its thrust;
It wants to stray me from my truth.
At times I grip onto the railing
And hold my grounds with all my vigor...
Tonight my clenching fists are failing
As though they've lost their faith in rigour.
Tonight may bear the stamp of bane,
Tonight the shaddows feast and thrive,
Come morning i might break their reign;
For what it's worth, we're still alive