I am…..

Standing upon the plains of desolation
tears streak upon my cheeks.
The growling wind
a tempest
trying to defeat me.
Within my breast a demon rises,
fingers pointed in contempt.
I know what you have done,
I know what you hide,
I will make you lose your mind.
Lightening dances from my fingertips
shattering peace accords,
blazing across the sky
electrifying the sinner
as I see thee.
I am Envy.
I am Rage.
I am Hatred.
I am Disgust.
I am Revenge.
I am the little child hidden in the corner
who’s mind is twisted and torn.
Jay-lyn Doerksen
December 14/17