Standing Still, But Standing Still

I'm standing still
But at least I'm still standing

Some have their souls spill-
Their souls of reprimanding

Like dead leaves
Blowing in the wind
They wander
But do not go

They are a blanket
Chagrined
Of their souls
As cold as snow

They're ground, cracking at slightest quake
Allowing stones to tumble upon them
And more, lacking might and slamming brakes
Whenever they crumble some

For life yields challenge
There's strifes, the morale singe

But I will not stop when trespassed and infringed
I will not halt to a trouble, to a society unhinged

I will stand still
But, I stand ground

I'm standing still
But I'll never back down

Go

Go stand with your troubles
Go stand with your tears
Go on the snow
While dead leaves skim your tears

And there shall be a day-
If you always stand

There shall be a dusk
When you sprint on the land

Never fall down
Take this-- OUR poem's hand

You can't force a world
But your as for your soul

You're in command
~!

Copyright © Luna Schwartz | Year Posted 2023

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