My View At The Window

August 14, 2015
8:27 am

My View at the Window

I inhale the air that stings my lungs and let's me know I'm alive.
And l
Run gayly free from the stains of pollution which tries to kill my mind
And
Holds me captive
I am a warrior
I fight each moment
Trudging through the fields
Of Hate
But
My soul rest in the clouds
Above the storm
I am a  conqueror
I am love
In the face
Of poverty and greed
Thirst and disease
I am woman
I'm the earth
The water and the breeze
Suicide is never a choice
As you try to murder me
With words
With rape
With brutality
With images of pain
I am strong
I am a queen
A lioness
Without doubt
As I gaze out the window
To the roots of the tree
The sun removes all
All shadows
I see the reflection
Of me

Deborah R Shaw
The Silent Stalker