Wind
The wind whips my skin with chilled water
as I urge myself to take the next step
forever being pushed back from my goal
shuddering at the gail as pushes me away
I dig my heals in, bending to the wind.
going under its force
As it cuts my skin I take one more step
waiting until it slackens to move again
each step a triumph of patience and strength
while the wind fights me all the way
Copyright © Natalie Lekang | Year Posted 2006
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