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