you are like the wind
i can’t wrestle you
i can’t hold you down
too often i have tried
and failed
the wind screams in my ears
and snatches my breath
my face is raw
and my eyes water
from the strength
of your abrasive storm
my hands are clenched
around nothingness
pry my fingers apart
and you’ll find only dust
your will is a sandstorm of power
and I am weak within it
i cannot bend to your will
therefore i will shatter
from the labor of opposing it
i won’t seek shelter
from the force of your gale
it rips through my mind
i cannot find respite
and I cannot give up
Mark Ramstead
All things weather in the wind. Here you sound like a sheet of glass… breaking in a hurricane.
carollei
i find myself highly oppositional in general. in fact i end up breaking quite often as i am unwilling to bend. my little intro paragraph sort of discusses that in my tiny rant about my recent departure the from graphic design program. my heart is in graphic design, but because i was unwilling to bend to the (extremely misguided) will of my instructors and equally unwilling to swallow my pride, i fell apart…