The raging battle
High up on the mountain's slopes
I sit and try not to let the cold beat me
Rather, I sit and try to vanquish it
Why, the winds pierce through my bones
Causing my blood to freeze
And my heart to stop beating!
But I concentrate hard on the stars
Letting their warmth reach into the core of my soul
While allowing their songs to invade all of my senses!
Transfixed, I hardly know of what am I doing
Will the cold winds emerge winsome
Or will the mystical warmth have the last word?
While the battle rages on,
Subtly, my guardian spirit flies over to me
In the guise of golden clouds
To whisper in my ears
"Of what use is battling with forces you can handle not?"
Jolted, my pulse quickens and I gape open mouthed
At nothing in particular
Pray, what I am trying to show to myself
By having the winds battling with existence's mysticism
Better it is
To carry a light heart
While letting myself flow there where stars bid me to
By pushing across me, winds, to which my intuition
Shall submissively follow!
The mountains' slopes I choose to leave
Knowing that I am not left on my own
For, the stars shall be there to accompany me
As long as I would breathe!
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2017