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Wind gusts around my body,

Consuming me in its forceful spiral.

 

I look anxiously to the sky,

Praying desperately for an antiviral.

 

Eventually, I receive what I’ve been asking for.

 

As the winds cease and my mind becomes still,

I listen to this insight which humbles my spirit.

 

To find your path is a comforting realization, 

As is understanding your own personal demerits.

 

One battle is won in my personal war.

Reviews

[Libby]

Interesting poem, I loved the rhyming of 'spiral' and 'antiviral'. Very clever indeed.