The Arctic Wind

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The raw power of an arctic wind doesn’t always come from the north

sometimes a wind comes roaring through our souls, tearing us

shredding, but the desolation cannot speak, if we refuse to listen

we are more than a scrawny sapling hiding in the rocks

our strength is not an umbrella breaking, not a clenched fist

pointing upwards, we are stronger than our roots, a soul

refusing to bend, so let us tie our ropes to the sun

placing our poetry in the temple

and keep on singing

simply because

we know who we are.

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

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