Win Against Destruction

Disasters desire to devour hearts  

toward hatred. I choose to

rise above all wreckage, recover the

weary, carry the weight of the wounded.

Connection is a continual contact. 

Swim on compassionate clouds. 

Float with freedom for the world

to be inspired. I know what it means 

to feel ostracized. I thought I was 

drowning from bullying, having to

block out my boarders by those who tried 

to pull my ship in a Bermuda Triangle.

I found strength in poetry, my sail.  

It became a powerful protection,

an avenue for my amazement. 

The community declares turmoil,

drainage sent through the flooded 

mouths of destruction. The hurting, 

they hope to see a recovery. Unravel 

what is common between beings. 

Change comes with progression,

so I will share my story. Watering 

words drape what is dry. 

Obstacles can turn into typhoons,

whirlwinds wanting to take 

over our bodies. I live to be 

the bridge that helps level lives,

light up a path for all dreary days. 

What I soak in is my benefit,

not a burden.     

When we fight together,

we win.

Defend. Disrupt. Resist.