Me, the Wind, and I

The cool wind kisses my neck,

And the rains pound against my being.

The scent of the grass, the trees, and the rain--

It’s beautiful--

All of it.

And whether the thunder may strike me down,

I care naught for that,

Or the sires sound,

I care naught for that,

Or the people may call my name,

I care naught for that;

I will keep running. 

You may burn me to a crisp, dear thunder,

And the sirens may tackle me to the ground,

While the people may beg and scream my name--

I will be laughing with the wind. 

Author's Note

First poem on this website!

Reviews

[duff]

There is an attitude that I like about this. Hit me with whatever and I'm still standing. Resilient moxie. Nice job.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

This is a very good first submission. I like its message of empowerment and facing the world unafraid of what will come. Being strong, brave, and true to yourself against all obstacles ahead of you. It's a very nice message for those who struggle during these times. Welcome to the community and continued success in your writing journey.

[Miss_Antarctica]

Thank you!