I am not the Windmill

    I have been assailed and
    I have been poked by a lighting mage
    Of guilt, self pity and universal rage
    Clawed by winds of mood misunderstood
    I am not the windmill
    I have been left in the eye of the storm
    The cold hail leaves me bruised and alone
    I beg the rain to wash away my sorrow
    That I might be free and warm tomorrow
    I am not the windmill
    When will you be free of that old horse
    That dark rusty chain-mail
    And that sword of stone
    I know you can your dreams for-fill
    I am not the Windmill
    I am not the Windmill
Cornelia Benavidez   2016
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