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

Cornelia Benavidez 2016

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I’m so happy you have a blog now to share your wonderful poetry and insights!

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