Rage
The mighty oak stands against the raging wind
strong in it's age and deep roots
It's branches spreading shelter to those in
need
I stand strong in the rage of your anger
strong like the oak
My roots deep in the love of my family
My arms out-streched protecting those I cherish
Your winds of passion blow themselves out
and you are gone
I turn my face to the sun praising the new day
strengthened by the battle I have fought
But wary of the breeze stirring overhead
by Genine M Smith
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