Friday, September 21, 2007


To be as fluid as water
To adapt to my confinement
To be as anonymous as the wind
To be heard and felt
And never be seen
To be as aggressive as fire
To consume all impeding my path
To further myself
And turn all else to ash
To be as stubborn as a rock
To be resistent, fearless
To be as quick as lightning
Senn only for an instant
Yet leave my mark
In memories, nightmares,
Fears, and on trees
To be as persistent as a weed
Always reaching towards the sky
Towards tomorrow
A new day
The future
Yet always having someone
Trying to kill me


Iwalktheline said...

Many cultures, religions and great persons look to nature for trueness and beauty...your poem reflects that very essence...nature is everything...we want to be...but we as a world are continually destroying it...paradox

Devilbluedress said...


My perspective was so different than Iwalktheline. My first thought was better than feeling that you were being killed from within. If someone was trying to kill you- you could identify you enemy and fight...


word = speaking/singing
(word) = whispering/echo
[word] = stern voice/screaming