Blown Across the Landscape, A Poem

Sometimes it’s not so much
in the measure of the wind
whether it howls or lays silent
whether it rattles through the leaves
nor how much I bend
Sometimes resilience
is not just not enough
I speak in whispers
and some complain
they cannot hear
and other times,
I firm my voice
and it falls only
on deaf ears
and I wonder
what does it matter
if the wind does blow
if it tears me asunder
if it thrashes me
across darkened landscape
I try
and I try
and I try –
but sometimes I wonder
if it is worth fighting
against the wind.

(c) Sumyanna 2016


Gorgeous image courtesy of Morguefile (pippalou)


One Comment Add yours

  1. it always is …always …love hugs Sum


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